Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

Peter, who had been used to follow Ferret around and had been used to get lost in 9 cases out of 10, paid no mind, when he didn't recognize his surroundings. Long gone were days, when he would be panic stricken and afraid. With the little strength he had, there was little room for any emotions or feelings left. Apathy was his new best friend - and one that he did not even try to fight. 

The sound of someone walking through the forest - branches breaking, old leaves rustling - brought him out of his trance-like state for a moment. Long enough for him to pause and have a look around. Maybe it was his brother hiding somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and pin him to the ground. Maybe it was a packmate that would bring him back to his family. Maybe... he sighed and proceeded towards the source. There was a bit of curiousity and hope that it was something good. A little food wouldn't hurt.