Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

Shrike's attention was still on Peregrine, and he didn't make another move toward the apple until Peregrine commanded them to stop. He lifted his head quickly, and surpressed a gag, should that juice have been poisonous. He shot a look at Trick, who was supposedly going to be their medic, for not stopping this sooner, especially where he'd seen Gannet munching away on one. Sick Trick, he thought mundanely, as he turned his head to see the amount of wolves that had shown up. His ears flattened when Peregrine announced that they'd then have a food fight, and called his mate something that Shrike didn't quite catch as he threw an apple at her.

Still somewhat perplexed by the idea of doing anything with the apple, and not at all enchanted by the idea of picking one up and throwing it around, he stared down at the apple at his feet, lifting one foot to paw at it skeptically, just before he felt something hit him smack in the ribs- not hard enough to bruise or knock the wind out of him, but enough to cause him to woof unexpectedly and stagger sideways in surprise. He looked first at his side, grimacing at the juice that dripped off the silver hairs before he looked for the one responsible of throwing it. He looked first at Trick, who was sending apples in Peregrine's direction, then to Fox, and finding no hint on their faces he scanned the crowd and passed over Elwood twice before he saw the expression on his face. Shrike's brow lifted in surprise- Elwood threw an apple at him? Really?

He looked at the apple at his feet and sneered slightly, before he noticed that it was still attached to a small, dry branch. Tenderly, he picked it up, and was glad to see that the apple still remained attached. Good, he didn't have to put it in his mouth. He eyed Elwood, and his grimace turned into a crooked grin, before he swung his head in a circle three times and released the branch- only to see that the only thing he was letting go of was the branch. With a thunk, the apple smacked Shrike smack between the eyes on its way down, sending him sneezing and spluttering and wiping his face frantically with a paw, even though he was sure someone would have seen his little spectacle.

Maybe throwing wasn't for him. So instead, he found two apples on the ground and stepped over them, turning his back directly to Elwood, and with a brisk scuff of each hind foot, sent two apples flying through the air, poorly aimed, but at least he'd begun to contribute something!