He examined his newest cub, the little thing shaking in what he assumed fear. Clearly frightened to be standing in front of his impressive form he mused. He was a kind father and he wanted to relax his young daughter, so he bent down to reassure her with soothing words.
"And how is my little princ-"
-smack- The spitting fur ball hit him squarely between the eyes.
"-Agh!.. You clearly are your mother's daughter." he finished, more surprised then hurt by her attack
Old art from my DeviantART account.
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XiaoMao
This is so cute! I really like the little story, and your feral work is amazing :)