Hideaway Strath Call of the Valkyrie

It wasn't overly difficult to hear the child, even from a distance. My, what a set of lungs she had.
Upon catching the call through the air, Arashi's initial assumption was that danger had risen.
With dust flying faster than he'd ever thought possible, the general wove through the trees of the strath. Mere minutes passed before the giant reached the pitter patter of his daughter's paws. He almost had to skid to keep from barreling into her.
Immediately, his eyes flew upon her, searching frantically for sign of injury. Then they set to search the surroundings. Was she being chased? Followed? 
There was nothing. Simply nothing.
What is the matter with you? Arashi seethed, reaching forward to nip at the child's ear. His teeth came close, but were yanked away before they could do more than graze the cartilage. 
You should know better than to shout like that unless you are trouble!
Despite how much he would have liked to deny it, this whole fathering thing was becoming far too natural. Call it what you will, but scorning a child was nothing of great difficulty.