He rolls his eyes and complains to the media about how his father came into his room and used his stuff without asking.

He shifts into his large, powerful Lycan. He rushes off with the others, some had shifted and some were running on foot instead of paw.

Uninterested in the rouges, he just taps away on his phone.

He tackles a rouge, being the first in the front line to attack. The others follow his lead, all tearing and ripping the rouges with howls of anger, and delight. He finishes off his 20th rouge, looking around to see they were all lying on the ground, the guards stood over them, panting in delight at the situation that just took place. His fur was red, his muzzle dripping. He shakes out his fur, not having a scratch on him. He trots back to the castle, his head held high as the others in the castle cheer in delight.

He starts chatting with his current girlfriend, who he'd chosen explicitly because his dad didn't like her.

He trots into his son's room, barking to tell him they were successful yet again before realizing who he was speaking to. He snarls, shaking out his fur and pacing in front of his son, his muzzle continued to drip, staining the carpet. He then trots out, a maid rushes in and cleans the floor desperately, mumbling something about no respect for maids. Caspian shifts in his room, putting on boxers and looking at his son's latest post. He rolls his eyes, "Stop exaggerating it!" He yells to the room across from his own, his sons.

He rolls his eyes. He complains to the media about his dad 'ruining' the floor.

He sighs, knowing he could just delete his son's social media accounts but not feeling about being the bad one here.

He continues to complain.

He walks outside, having cleaned up. He nods to a maid holding a hose, he shifts, his fur still matted. She turns on the hose, cleaning off his Lycan form.