Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

It was a horrifying voice, one from the nightmares, horror movies... Peter held his breath, while the other wolf touched him in a way that was meant to be a soothing gesture. He did not like her being so close, yet, he had learned so far that, when it came to adults, you had to trust them and do, what they told you. They always knew better...

And against his better judgement, he dared to look up at the wolf again, taking it's face in detail - the scrawny features, the mismatched eyes. One pitch black, one hauntingly yellow, predator-like. He sighed and a thought came into his mind. The boy got to his feet and after a little hesitation raised to his hind legs, pressing his fore-legs against the scary she-wolf's side. His signature move, the one that won people over, the one that earned food. If hugs could change the world (he had also learned this), then surely... they could change this wolf too?