Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

trick blinked as a dominanter male entered the scene, one he vaguely recognized as Shrike. Trick had not spoken to the man much, but he was certainly not liking the mute behavior. He bit his lip lightly, not noticeably nor hard. Sooner rather than later he realized he had no real reason to be angry with Shrike. The other probably had been with the pack longer, though Trick doubted he knew herbs as well as him. Mentally he pulled up his nose. Yes, soon they'd realize he was better.

While Trick left Uncle P and the white boy to themselves, giving up his attempt to pull Peri's attention to him alone, his green eyes flickered to the approaching Fox. With a dip of his head he greeted her silently, softly chuckling at her remark. Mass suicide? Well, that sure would've been a social way out. But Trick was not planning to die just yet.

Trick smiled when Elwood arrived- he recognized the man as Lucy's father and had told him about how he had found her at Neverwinter Forest, just before she had ran away from there too. It still bothered Trick. He should've been the one to bring her home safely, yet he was still in battle with himself if he did it for a promotion or for the well-being of the young girl. He was just about to ask if he was okay until Peregrine finally came to the realization that apples were only good for a wolf in small amounts. Trick wasn't sure what made the seeds of them bad, but he had seen some cases of wolves dying who had eaten too much of them. Then again- one could die from drinking too much too. 

Yes, perhaps this wasn't the best idea. But as long as you only eat the soft bits I'm sure- He stopped talking as a food fight started and he moved back a few steps. He didn't want to ruin his beautiful coat, even if it was already a mess with parts of plants that he had been trying to gather before coming here. Still, his playful side made him slap one of the many apples towards whom he trusted the most- Peregrine himself- with a chuckle.