Redhawk Caldera A day in the life of a try-hard

A toothy grin was given at the boy, and Trick didn't know why he was so happy. At The Keep he had had his own place as well, but that hadn't turned him into a softhearted little pussy. He was mostly at the Caldera to survive the winter and maybe rise to power, and yet his time here had made him care for these wolves. This was really bad- this was the worst thing. If he cared, they could use it against him. His grin slowly disappeared together with the half finished sentence Eljay was uttering. He had to be careful with caring.

That's a what? He asked in his honey sweet voice. He knew his name-his fake one- was an unusual one, but nothing too crazy to comment on. Warbone and Grace weren't exactly normal names either, and never had he said a thing about them. Actually he found Wylie is weirder name than the one he was currently sporting. 

It wasn't a trick, despite his name- he just wanted to be kind. Oh God, this friendship thing really wasn't good for his morals. He placed his behind on the ground near his own meal then, gaze flicking between the boy and the rabbit he had placed before him. Then you can have it- I'm not a real eater anyway. He couldn't help but lower his ears as he heard the un-pleased tone of voice. You don't sound very happy about doing that for your mother- why not? He asked carefully.