Bearclaw Valley Give me everything

rebuked! whatever nefarious plans had half-formed in asperas's wicked little mind were cut short by merrick's brisk intervention. the unchild leapt back, catlike, nearly stumbling in the process. the bruin-witch's snort was met with one of their own, a curl of the lip bringing the spiderling as close to a pout as they would ever reach. the leggy mini-tyrant extended her muzzle with lips half-peeled away from gleaming milkteeth, as if to sink them into her father's nose, but seemed to think better of it at the last moment. teeth clicked together once again, leaving asperas to bump noses with her father in an unintended gesture of... perhaps something like affection, should merrick linger to allow the touch.
regardless, it was time for asperas to take their leave. the whole experience had proven rather humiliating; an unwelcome and long overdue humbling of the demon-god astara had brought into the world. thoroughly disgraced, asperas swept back toward the den with a stormy disposition, likely to terrorize their poor mother as an outlet for their indignation.