Your father stretched and yawned, his impressive fangs glistening in the light shining past the curtain that blocked the huts doorway. He slid up onto his elbows suddenly and you tumbled down off his chest off and down onto his stomach and settling in his navel, you shook your head and looked at him as he let out another yawn. "Sorry boy, forgot I put you there, I think the hunt will do fine without me today...." He said closing his eyes and laying back down. A hand drifted past you and you watched as it began to absently scratch his exposed sheath and large balls. You grunt and squirm out of his navel, your father reacting little to your presence as you usually were somewhere on him as a few minutes without his warmth would result in your death in the glacial plains that the tribe lived on. You walked up and began banging on the underside of one of his cliff like pectorals.
"But dad, you're the CHIEF, they need you to lead them, you not coming could spell a possible moot to remove you." You say pressing your shoulder with all your weight behind it to try and discomfort the large chest muscle of your adopted dad. After a couple seconds a growl escaped him and fingers plucked you up and tossed you gently into a bundle of furs in the corner of the hut. You right yourself and watch your father heave himself to his feet, furs and hides falling away exposing his light gray coat to the dim room, his fur had a pattern of stripes and spots all over his back, coming to an end on his massive rear, a short tail drooped over the large cheeks. His thighs rippled with muscle as he did another stretch and let out a sigh. You were away from him for less than ten seconds and a chill was already assaulting your senses, despite you wearing a furred tunic and some primitive pants. There was a reason your original family didn't make it. You were on the brink of death when Gliron, your new dad found you. you watched your dad glide across the room way too quietly for a being his size and pick up a loin cloth, wrapping it around his waist and tying it in a sort of fundoshi style. Satisfied with being dressed for the hunt, he quickly sifted through the furs and retrieved you. He pressed you to his chest to heat you up a bit and spoke.
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