Redhawk Caldera the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Part if him wanted to deny he knew anything of the poppies while the other part wanted to explain all about them and more. It was a battle within his small vessel, but no less mentally draining. His eyes shifted to Elwood, the third male that had somewhat earned Trick's trust, wondering if he knew of his past. Had Peregrine told them nothing about him? Oh God - and he was even less sociable now! If he revealed that he knew of plants - had studied them for the biggest part of his life, more questions would follow, and he was not sure if he would be able to control his temper.

Yes. He mumbled, softly but surely, keeping it short. He knew what they did, knew what they were doing here and where they grew. It was what this pack needed - a small dose of this powder and they'd be happy peppy and all back to the old Caldera wolves they would forever stay. But Trick did not feel part of them. Taking this "medicine" was not playing fairly with one's emotions. It was like a drug, and even something that made you happy beyond your wildest dreams could have negative side effects.