Phantom Hollow STOP WHINING ABOUT UR TRASH, LET'S GO

@Zan

What had he done to even deserve this shit?

No, Zan. Drop it! he barked a command at his daughter, who had been carrying the stupid antler around as though she was even capable of doing so, but it was like his words meant absolutely nothing. It was a strange concept for Damien that pups didn't really have what it took to understand the complexity of things yet, and so it was frustrating to deal with a whining little girl about an item that could easily be replaced if need be. Little did he know he'd had the same kind of problem once, when he thought the only way of filling that void in his heart was to stuff it with curiosities. That Damien was no longer, and somewhere along the way he had morphed into the dad that wouldn't allow her daughter to take her little trinkets with her.