Here's lookin' at you, kid

At her age, she was quite oblivious to the embarrassment of dispoin waste on ones body. She was also unaware of how to prevent that matter too, so she couldn't stop it even if she had tried. The princess expected her father to just ignore it and keep playing with her, but was disappointed when he had hastily brought her back to her mother.

Potema looked up at the white wolf, whimpering softly as she tried to drag herself back to him. She didn't mind the stinking, damp mess on her hindquarters at all. She just wanted to play with the man, her father, again. "Pwin...." she whined. "Pwin, pwin, pwin...."