Redhawk Caldera said f*** it

The youngest members of Redhawk all seemed to be in a bad mood lately - from Lucca and Clover angry over being denied permission to fight alongside the pack, to Tegan and Fiadh being bored out of their minds while the adults' attentions were elsewhere. Lucca made his own discontent clear by stomping all around the rendevous area, tearing up whatever he came across, his usually cheery demenour replaced with a downcast, sour expression. Even his siblings, who he loved dearly, were not safe from his bad mood.

When Tegan's voice rang out across the clearing, Lucca looked up from the thoroughly worn bone he was gnawing, orange eyes narrowed. "What?" he demanded rudely as his brother came up to him, though his words did pique his interest. His scowl softened slightly, and the boy quirked his head. "What'd ya see?"