Why?

This place wasn't that bad. All his life he thought he'd go to Hell, and for a moment he thought he was. After he died, this place had been dark and bleak and lifeless. Things weren't completely bad though. Not now that he knew he had a daughter. Since he saw her during that bizarre evening with the glowing mushrooms and crystals, he was looking forward to their meetings. Today would be one of those days. He spotted her sleeping form lying in the grass, and upon approaching her he watched her sleeping form for a moment. A surge of protectiveness came over him, remembering what she had told him about being a slave in her pack and the way they treated her. Were he alive, he'd tear them down one by one. But considering how her bitch of a mother had abandoned her so young and he had died before she was born, he felt it was his responsibility to guide her and help her through this. He gently prodded her side, urging her awake. "Time to wake up kid, we've got work to do."