Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20170114025212/@comment-26376061-20170124050003

"Honey...nothing is wrong with her. She is just different personality-wise from other Hellhounds. That isn't a bad thing. She's still our baby girl...she just won't punch anyone for no reason. Or rape the man she likes..." My wife's face pales. "But...oh my god...I'm a bad parent..." Helen walks in, dress glittering, a poorly wrapped box in her paws. "Papa, look at my dress! I made it even prettier! Mom, I made you some-" My wife is actually crying into her paws now, and Helen's ears perk up as she focuses on her mother. "Mom...are you okay?" I frown as I look from Helen to my normally hot-tempered wife. "Helen, sweetie, your mom's just...sad about something. She thinks that something is wrong with something in the house. I think that it is fine...but..." Helen hugs her mother, burying her face into her chest. "It's okay, Mom, everything is going to be fine. I love you, Papa loves you, and nothing is wrong in this house." She calmly reaches up, and wipes at the crying Hellhound's eyes with a part of her dress. "...Hey, what's that?" My wife, calming down, points to the box, and Helen's face breaks into a massive smile. "I made cookies! Habanero-Chocolate Chip for you and me, and Double Chocolate for Papa." The box is soon opened, and we all eat. All is right in this family...except when I ate one of the Habanero cookies by mistake...