Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

It had been a few days since his return, the facts about Lucy still haunting him. He had failed the most basic rescue mission... He felt like a failure for the first time in his glorious life. But- was it going to keep him down? Hell to the fucking no. Trick was a try-hard by heart, and if Lucy was lost again; he'd find her! Yes, yes this was it. This fire would fuel him for longer than his rage would, fir this was motivation. He would and deserved to climb this ladder of hierarchy hell, and only then he'd be satisfied.

The call reached him as he was walking- a few herbs in between his teeth. Seeds were scattered all over his handsome face, adding to his already very green orbs. He blinked- it was Uncle P, and he had called for all of them. Trick hurried to his home and lay down his herbs safely in his den, sprinting off quickly in the direction he had swore he had heard the call come from. His nose did not betray him either, and before he knew it he was close to his Alpha, bowing formerly before him.

To what do I owe the honor of being called for? He questioned, his face a hot mess with all the green. He scented the sweet smell of apple-juice fairly quick, and his thoughts brought him back to the old man who had been feeding on apples. Trick wondered if Peregrine was aware that the seeds of an apple were not so good for you when eaten in large amounts- but he kept that information for himself until he knew what he was called for.