Phantom Hollow There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale.

His bid for freedom was useless, of course. His mother moved to intercept him, lowering her muzzle before him and huffing a warm breath across his crown. Venamis flared his nostrils and scrunched his little face up, brows furrowing above unopened eyes in his offence. He parted his jaws and cried out, unknowingly interrupting the adult's amused question with a loud yowl. All he wished for was a quiet place to rest, how dare she (or anyone!) choose to get in his way.