Bearclaw Valley Can't Take Me Home

the little sneeze catches tvar fully in the face, misting his muzzle in a fine spray. he blinks sharply, pulling back in abrupt surprise, expression caught somewhere between amusement and mild disgust.
he snorts, clearing his nose, eyes narrowing gently as he peers down at his daughter, the very image of innocence and mischief intertwined.
hmph, he huffs quietly, lowering his muzzle again, nudging her softly despite himself. you are lucky you are cute, little one.
he then nudges her with his nose, back into the fold of her siblings at their mother's belly. sleep. and her father moves, carefully, to exit the den once more.

such a cute interaction owo <3