Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

Food?

Shrike could go for food. Maybe Peregrine had caught something, or had found something dead and was after sharing it with the rest of the pack. It had to have been substantial enough for him to have called the whole pack out for something to eat, so Shrike picked up a swift lope to get there early enough so that he didn't have to growl and shove his way past the wolves inferior to him to get the amount he deserved. He was feeling a bit hangry, to be honest, and tired from roving and searching for any sign of Lucy so a good meal was exactly what he needed.

Hangry Shrike bristled slightly when he caught Trick's scent, and he prepared himself mentally to step up and claim rights to feeding should he have to, but he was surprised to smell no blood as he got closer and closer to where he could smell Peregrine and Trick. As soon as he saw them, he scoured the area for any sign of food, gloosing over the apples completely and looking for some fur or even feathers and frowned softly when he saw none. Confused, he looked to Peregrine and Trick, only to see that they were targeting apples. Gannet was there too, and Peregrine seemed the most interested in not only playing with, but eating the apples.

Shrike happened to come to a stop with one between his paws, and he looked down at it. He was reminded of Sassafras who'd been chewing on grass when Peregrine had been attacked by Ferret and he grimaced slightly as he lowered his head to sniff the apple and turn it over. Tentatively, he bit it, but did not bite a chunk out of it. He simply licked the juice off his teeth and considered it for a moment, a somewhat unconvinced look on his face. He turned his eyes up to Peregrine again, as though to ask are you sure about this?