I could tell you a story

Fenix kept his gentle smile on his face. Just watching the girl made him happy he realized. This was his daughter and he would do everything in his ability to make sure she survived and lived a fulfilling life. With his hope, full of friends and even one day a family of her own. It would take time he knew, for her to trust him fully but it was like the world was telling him to get off his butt and work. She then commented, that it was purple and pretty like him too. He wouldn’t say he was purple she had gotten that color from her mother.

"Well thank you little princess. Now would you like to help me pick up a few more lavender and take them back to the den. I can make you a tasty drink out of it, helps with some of those bad feelings of fear you have." he whispered gently placing a paw in front of her. He wanted to be gentle as he could for the time being. Throughout this though he’d forgotten about his sadness and that was enough for him.