Shadewood water petal

does his father know? that he is c'ede's whole world.

the charcoal-bitten pup laughs, a bubbly sound infectious and full of joy, when he sees the smile on his dad's face. gazing with bright yellow eyes, seeing the rows of teeth that have thrashed countless and hunted limitless caribou. there is life etched into every fiber of the man's black, daunting face.

and his son does not fear any of it. he only falters when the man's face drops, into an expression he'd seen before but never quite been faced with before. c'ede's own mimics his; natural reaction, brows pulling downwards and his great smile drooping to a frown.

he whines. but it does not last for long, because before he knows it, he has been barreled over by the snout of the father. c'ede' laughs yet again, reaching with large, fumbling paws to grasp at his face and bite viciously at his nose and mouth.

tugging at his lips, mustering the most ferocious of squeaks and growls he possibly could at this fragile age. he feels the baritone voice rumble against him. invigorating, exciting. he does not stay collapsed upon his side before long, staggering to lanky legs and pulling himself up onto hindlegs and grappling with his father's towering form.

m'papa. he smiles.