Stone Circle I know I cannot heal the hurt

He could tell by the muffled sounds of sobs and sniffles that Arlette had, in fact, been crying recently. Instantly, the man's heart fell at such a scene. He did not wish for his daughter to cry, to be sad and burdened with the heavyness of the world. "Arlette..." he called, voice soft and filled with worry,

Stepping close, he decended upon her with a slow gate before attempting to touch his nose to her cheek. "Why are you crying, my dove?" He wanted to ask her to stop, that it didn't suit her looks—but it was evident by the recent addition of scars on her fur that perhaps looks were a touchy topic.

Sitting beside her, he let out a yawn before plopping down, continuing to look at her with a questionable gaze.