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The adult drew nearer, leaning in close enough to touch his snout to Venamis' downy chest in gentle encouragement. A firm lick was pressed to his tiny frame and, having attempted to mimic the hint of a smile that tugged each corner of his father's mouth upward, he released a soft giggle in response to the ticklish sensation that Damien's affection delivered to his delicate throat.

He pulled himself shakily onto all four paws again when the pale-eyed brute removed his face from before his own, and did not hesitate to follow. Venamis wobbled forward on unsteady limbs, welcoming himself between his sire's willing forelimbs, and fixed his attention where obsidian fur transitioned to Winter white. Ever curious, he thrust his little muzzle among the pallid warmth with a fond coo.