Redhawk Caldera Come drink the blood of apples

He'd been more concentrating on finding apples and launching them between his hind legs at Elwood, and hadn't paid much attention to Peregrine, who'd managed to get a bit too close to him. Figuring he wasn't Peregrine's target, he continued to scuff apples backwards, but froze for a second before skittering sideways when he felt something slimy and cold dribble down his cheek. He looked up in surprise at Peregrine, who'd obviously mushed one on top of his head, and barely managed to close his eyes and turn his face away when the remainder of the apple chunks in Peregrine's mouth were spat at his face. 

"Gwaawwww!" He exclaimed, immediately dropping to the ground and rubbing his face furiously against his legs, the grass- anything, just to get that yucky slime off his head. He shook his head furiously, sending a few bits of apple peel and juice flying, and looked around, only to see a bit of dark fur cowering behind Elwood. Both were fair game, he figured, so he ran toward Elwood, head down, intending to head-butt him in the side and send him toppling over the alpha who'd spat at him. 

All in all, it had been a long time since Shrike had played and had fun, for no reason other than to play and have fun. He'd later go to a stream and give himself a good, thorough rinse to get every last bit of sticky sweet fruit out of his fur, before retiring to his den, tired, but chuckling.