Northstar Vale Kóri

The laugh from his daughter made him grin. He could not help but to look at her small paws, the way her nose sniffed at the air, the small point of her ears. All the details that he could find, he captured and buried in his mind. Of course, Arsenio did not realize that he was nothing more than a reddish fuzz to his daughter.

A small puff of air blew from his nose and down toward her. Arsenio touched the cold of it to her head with a small smile. He knew that Zosime was a small singer, but he wondered what special skills Zulema was hiding behind her precious face. He hummed softly in the back of his throat, making a song that only she would hear.

Oh, no! Don't be sorry. <3 I never mind. >w<