Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

The trickster watched the silent conversation between the boy and Perry. He wondered if they were father and son, though the boy really didn't look like his father then. If Trick had the ability to real minds, he'd be greatly offended. Trick wasn't dumb, far from it. He just had a hard time settling in. His speech very much reflected his intellect as well, though he had given up Shakespearean. It seemed like many were confused when he spoke like that, not to mention it was hard for him to talk like that without becoming all physiological. 

He straightened himself as it looked like he hadn't offended his new leader, keeping a lower pose but being a bit more comfortable. He nodded. He understood the young boy was not where he belonged. I've been out hunting, met an old friend there, socialized with some of my packmates... He summed up as his eyes trailed over Perry's frame and then that of the gray fluffball. I've explored the Caldera, but I just have a hard time settling in. He explained shortly, not revealing why he was this way. 

He frowned at the mention of Grace. He hadn't seen her very often, but the past days it felt like she had disappeared. I'm sorry, sir, I have not seen my comrade in a while. I would not worry too much abo- He stopped talking as the fluffball tried to wurm his way into the conversation. Seeing he was so young, Trick forgave him interrupting. As I was saying, I would not worry too much about her presence. I took her with me for some company, not to keep an eye on her at all times.