Bearclaw Valley Can't Take Me Home

Warm breath was inhaled with small whiffs; Tvar nurtured his daughter’s interest in blood though she would not know yet that that was what it was. The thrum of his voice was something she could feel, even through the paws she touched to his muzzle. 

She felt his whiskers tickle the tip of her nose, prompting her to open her mouth, revealing pink gums. For a moment, it looked as if she smiled, and drew in an excited breath-

And then she sneezed abruptly, the force of it causing her whole body to (metaphorically speaking) take a screenshot. She sniffled afterwards, surprised by the new sensation- she’d never sneezed before, but something about it was oddly refreshing!

For her, anyways. But for her father, with his mouth hovering so close by…It might have been a different story.