Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

The Alpha male smirked, though he said nothing more, instead focusing his attention on watching Jaws interact with his little girl. He grinned at her in return, then pushed her with his slender muzzle, attempting to roll her. She didn't put up a fight, allowing herself to be pushed over and then flipped onto her back. Wildfire giggled, her little black tail jerking back and forth. She was like putty -- or, better yet, a puppet -- in his hands.