Redhawk Caldera The demigorgon stole my sister

The Alpha smiled when Lagan both physically and verbally rejoined them. "It's a name," he explained patiently, then turned back to Trick. He was having a hard time settling in? Well, that didn't bode well. And it sort of sounded like Grace had slipped off or something. Trick didn't seem concerned and told Peregrine he shouldn't worry either. But the Alpha wasn't concerned about her well-being or anything as altruistic as that. It pissed him off when newcomers didn't make a point of proving themselves and it sounded like this one was being downright scarce. If she didn't shape up, he would ship her out, assuming she hadn't already left herself.

"It really bugs me when people call me 'sir,'" Peregrine said bluntly. "You're more than welcome to call me Perry or Pere or, hell, Uncle P if you want." He shot a toothy smile at his nephew. Although it was Liffey who looked like him, peering at Lagan reminded him of the situation with Lucy. His demeanor and tone shifted. Still looking at Lagan, he said, "Lagan, would you like to update Trick on the latest pack news? Tell him about Lucy?" he coaxed gently. It was a sore subject but as a member of the pack, Trick needed to know, and it was Lagan's story to tell even more than it was Peregrine's.