Change is a cruel cruel thing

He couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s accusation, far too proud of her spirit to take her seriously. “No.” He responded unable to help the small lit of paternal cheer that trailed on his voice. “I wanted to speak to you of course.” His phantom tail flicked from side to side, reflected in the small shake his docked tail made as he laid in front of his daughter.

“You’ve been unhappy since we came here.” He answered without waiting for her to reply to his previous statement. “Would you like to tell me why?” He cocked his head playfully, his large white tipped ears flopping against his skull slightly as he waited for her to respond.