Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

Trick was relieved to not receive a growl or a snap at his face. Perhaps the only thing holding the female back from doing so was the fact he was part of the Caldera now. She could take him, he saw, though not without quite a fair fight. Trick was small but trained -somwhat- in battle, though he liked watching way more than actually fighting himself. His ears twitched at the sound of a mother's or sitter's call for a young, his tail wagging. Children had always been a soft spot for the trickster, and if he had known about Lucy yet, she would've wondered why on earth wolves stole young from their mother. It was simply cruel and unfair to take the faith of a pup in your own paws without being their parent.

Big green eyes awaited a long speech on why he shouldn't be here, but none of that came. He just noticed that he was standing, and he quickly-with a swish of his tail- sat down a respectable distance away from the den. The shy pup at the Keep hadn't liked it when he towered over her, and Trick was smart enough to not do it again.

Thank you, m'lady. His attention shifted toward one little pup who didn't seem to be afraid of strangers. He smiled, but didn't come closer, too afraid of the cranky mother. Brave little one, huh? He chuckled in his honey-sweet voice.