Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

"Nice catch!" Peregrine said, truly impressed. His tongue lolled from his mouth in a genuine and wolfish grin when his son chomped the fruit and then flung himself at him. A happy growl burst from the Alpha's muzzle as Gannet's legs slung about his shoulders. The weight pulled on some tender tissue near his shoulder but Peregrine didn't care. He even leaned into Gannet's nip, saying, "Mind cleaning that out while you're at it?"

And then, all of a sudden, most of the rest of the pack was there too. Peregrine offered his gathering pack mates a pleased grin, though between Trick's remark and Fox's morbid question (which made him swallow and notice Whip's and Eljay's missing faces particularly), the expression slid right off his face. "They're, uh, poisonous?" he guessed, now giving Gannet a shifty sideways glance. Shit, had he just killed off the one well-adjusted child he had left?

"Don't eat those," Peregrine practically bellowed when Elwood appeared and innocently mentioned apple picking. "This was a terrible idea," he continued, speaking to no one in particular. He then gave his son another thoughtful glance before pausing for a dramatic beat and then declaring, "FOOD FIGHT!" Naturally, he took that same moment to scoop another apple and lob it at his wife, even while screaming, "You have a dingleberry, dear!"