Redhawk Caldera pumpkin patch party — packtivity

Peregrine watched with some measure of amusement as his spitfire of a wife made a point to exuberantly greet each new arrival. He remained where he stood, letting her play the role of socialite. When she finished greeting each wolf in turn, he complemented her salutations with a smile and nod for each of his subordinates. He was quite happy to see them all here, particularly Fitz, their loyalest member save for Finley. He would have been their Beta male, perhaps, if he had been more involved but he had been lying low for whatever reason.

"Just that the pumpkins are edible. Tasty, even, once you get past the chunky, gooey texture." The Alpha male smirked. "Oh, and I really encourage each of you to pursue a trade. We don't care what it is. We'd love a well-rounded pack. Just make yourself useful in some way, you know? But enough with business... let's crack open a few of these babies, shall we?"