Redhawk Caldera the body

He was gone. He was goner than what Trick thought "gone" meant. His vessel was all that remained, and the memories that they would mourn. Peregrine had had a positive effect on Trick, and only now did the emerald eyed male notice that he had no one to talk to anymore. His problems and concerns were not able to be shared anymore with the male he had trusted the most, and he almost hated Peregrine for leaving them so soon. His eyes lay half open, no life or light in them anymore - and that was the only thing Trick could spot that proved that Peregrine was truly dead. He did not dare touch or even come closer, afraid of the boundaries he'd be crossing. Though, died in his sleep? Wouldn't his eyes have been closed totally? Trick was suspicious of how true Fox's words were, but he kept them for himself. 

Trick's breathing was as quiet as the wind as he saw more wolves join them, the sight truly not one he had wished to see when he had woken that morning. Never had he thought before of the family and friends of a wolf he had killed, but this sight made him feel more than he could take. His green eyes almost turned dimmer as he selfishly thought of rising up as alpha male - follow in Peregrine's footsteps as if this had been a good thing. How dare a "changed" wolf like him think of such a cruel thing. He was not part of this family. He could not imagine their pain, only his own. It had always been him against the world.

Fox, I- He choked on his words, feeling stupid for even attempting to assuage the family around him that had just lost both their leader, father, mate and friend. We should close his eyes... He breathed out, not a single tear present in his eyes. Yes, he was sad, but crying was not the way he dealt with this emotion. He had to be strong for the Redhawks now, and he would do exactly that.