Nova Peak Moon

Stampeding towards the far promised land, it was the loving palm of god who swooped her into arms. Mitoge first flinched before catching the familiar scent of someone who had never left.

Throwing a leg over top of dad's paw, a floppy tongue loused out between her teeth and lips. 

There was something about Skorpa's face that gained Mitoge's entire attention and world; though, it was almost unrecognizable from the way in which her face drifted. She felt it. She'd probably hope he knew. Sometimes her nose would shift towards his breath, like now. "Eehhhb."