Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

Before Peregrine could answer him, a young, white boy entered their little scene. trick was surprised that a child was the second to come when called, not sure where all the others were. He frowned for a moment, swiftly looking around to see if anyone was just coming but none were. Weird- an alpha had called and barely anyone showed up. trick was glad he was a (somewhat) loyal packmate, well mannered and on time.

I'm not a big eater. Trick answered with a nervous chuckle. Don't want to be small and fat. He followed, the (what he found to be) rude language meant more as a joke than anything. He played around with a stone in the dirt with one black paw as Peregrine instead went to converse with the white boy. Jealousy bubbled up to the surface of the dark being that was Trick, and he cleared his throat. You shouldn't eat the seeds of them- they are not so good for you in large amounts. He said, not caring if Peregrine already knew this. It was more to get the attention on him again.