Silvertip Mountain Mama, I'm a big girl now

Her ears perked when he said he was from Alaska. It wasn't a place she had ever heard of before. Rightly so, since she was pretty sheltered here. Where is Alaska? she asked as he shook his coat out. Her gaze went to her own, which was short and coarse compared to his own. His looked lush and soft. On impulse, she rose and went to him, no longer fearing him, especially since Stead still nearby. She took the liberty of extending her nose out in an attempt to brush it across his fur to see if felt like it looked. Mine keeps me pretty cool, she commented, almost needing to point out a plus to her own coat, since his looked nicer.

She nodded to his next question. Yeah, I was born on the mountain, she answered. She was unaware of the weirdness of her and her Dad's relationship. It was familiar to her, since she lived it, and had never wondered how it looked to outsiders. Why did you leave Alaska? she asked.