Lost Creek Hollow wish we'd grown up on the same advice

Rannoch felt heartbroken about the drastic shift in Deshyr's spirit; something had to be done to bring back her smile. "DJ," he beckoned, his tail wagging gently at his hocks as he slowed to a stop, "Come here, my sweet girl." 

Although Rannoch had a hunch about the root of his daughter's distress, he wouldn't assume. Rannoch moved a step closer and smiled softly. "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked.