Dawnlark Plains Punch Face Champion

Something in Sunny's voice made the male stop his digging and back out of the den instead of simply accepting the offer. His muzzle was caked in dirt when he turned to face his son, unable to look him in the eye by desiring face to face conversation.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worried that Sunny was sick once more. His last bought of illness had been worrying, and if the yuck had stayed in his lungs, it could very easily take his life. "You sound hoarse, my boy. Maybe you shouldn't strain yourself ..."

He came to nose over his boy, detecting no scent of sickness but feeling uneasy all the same.