Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

Gannet growled happily, nomming the ear briefly before galloping off as more arrived.  He sniffed one of the applies and was just crunching in when Perry mentioned poison.  He let half lay, but swallowed down what he'd already chewed.

Staring at the apple, he shrugged, then snapped up the other half.  If they tasted so good, they had to be for eating. Missiles were flying, but he didn't move to participate just yet.