Neverwinter Forest kings of the weekend

Awful reply.. trying to catch up!

With a scowl storming his son’s features, Scimitar released a gentle chuckle, shifting his weight as his muzzle extended down, his tongue snaking out to wash the boy along his spine and neck. For such small and inactive creatures, they required more bathing than Scimitar had recalled with his first litter—but it was likely Bazi had manipulated that time more than he had. Bits of milk clung to Rannoch’s fur, and easing it away, the father would nose the boy gently, his own muzzle placing itself down to rest beside the silver pup, wondering if they could both catch a nap.