Redhawk Caldera all the idiots

The whole thing was really cool, all the wolves facing off and looking super serious, at least until Whip lost his shit and threw himself at the man's throat. Lagan's ears went down and back faster than a klutz tripping and smashing their face into the dirt. He couldn't remember having much of a relationship with Whip, and to parallel his sister's train of thought, Lagan now knew why. Lagan was a spunky kid who got up to mischief more often than not, but there wasn't a violent or unpredictable bone in his body—in fact, he was incredibly empathetic deep down—and seeing Whip turn immediately to violence flipped young Lagan's stomach inside out.

Circumstances notwithstanding, Whip was a monster, just like the one that stole Lucy.

That thought crossed his mind for only a second before Liffey surged forward an inch, and Lagan fell back ten. He skittered backward, away from Eljay and away from Liffey and away from the monster going for Kaizer's throat. He didn't know Kaizer, and Kaizer was doing something quite bad indeed right now, but attacking him wasn't the answer. For the first time in a long time, Lagan was afraid, and this time, he was afraid of Whip. This whole thing wasn't cool anymore, this was horrifying. He plastered his ears to his head and watched for only a moment longer before he turned and ran from the scene.