The heavy stench of ammonia and cleaning supplies used for sterilisation filled his nose, along with the muted, familiar scents of his beloved wife, and a strangely familiar and almost nostalgic aroma filled Nikolai's snout the moment he entered the room.
'Ah?'
A small child lay in the arms of his wife, half her hair glossy golden, with little silver tips. He didn't expect the little things to have so much hair. When his other children were born, they resembled human babies greatly in the first few days.
Yet, the little fox in Kumi's arms had more hair, and a little naughty tail that kept slapping her mother's forearm.
"Kumiko!"
His voice was more like a low growl as he scooped her shoulders up and supported her with his muscular forearms.
