Northstar Vale Kóri

The father could only hold his daughter’s attention for so long. It seemed that the sight of a runaway bug had drawn her gaze. The redstone wolf watched as she moved to pursue it. Too quick, he thought when her large puppy paws tumbled over themselves. Arsenio’s gut pushed him to help her, but he did not allow himself to do it. She did not seem upset or injured. He could not baby her. She would be strong if she discovered the chin-scrapers on her own.

The bug had gained some distance on the young girl. Arsenio chuffed an encouraging sound to her, hoping that she might find her prize and land on top of it with her paws. It would be a shock, no doubt. She was still very young and her ability to stalk anything that didn’t move at a snail’s pace was not fully formed. That did not stop the father from cheering her on.