Stone Circle hello daughter; bye, son

Leta spotted him; as he got up slowly the young girl beamed. She was unaware of the aches that came with his age; he was invincible, this man before her, her father. Prey in tow she pranced toward him in giddy little steps, ears cupping forward slightly as he called to her by her moniker (which she loved, too, as surely as she loved the stars). I brrgh- realizing she was talking with her mouth full, another muffled sound—a laugh—came from her as she sheepishly ducked her head. 

She deposited it before him, head still dipped; she was embarrassed for her lack of manners which her parents both ensured she had. Ah, sorry—I brought you a snack! I caught it myself, her tail waved behind her as she looked up at him, moving then to give him a kiss on the chin hello in a submissive show of affection and adoration for her father. Leta was scared of many things, but never her father.