Redhawk Caldera Shadow me.

Sebastian looked impressed for a moment. "Oh! You are so big and tough already that you sleep in the grass," he beamed, happy for her. That was a huge accomplishment. He was more of a den kind of wolf, always had been. Especially due to his family pack. He liked to just curl up under the ground knowing that nothing would hurt him for at least those hours he was under ground.

Sebastian still didn't get what she was trying to say, but the last bit he got. "Oh yes you are. Will you rule the Caldera after your dad steps down?," he asked, it was probably a difficult question for the little one to answer. "Well you make a wonderful, princess." Somehow he felt a bit sick saying that. It felt like he was kissing the paws of this young one and he didn't want another cracky self absorbed leader ever again. Now he was turning her into one. "But being a princess is hard work," he then added.