Redhawk Caldera the body

Trick had not been planning to close Peregrine's eyes himself - that was not his place here. It just felt more... Natural if it looked as if he was sleeping. His tail was hanging limp in between his legs. He had upset her, hadn't he? Why did this happen to all he trusted? First Warbone's disappearance, now the death of uncle P... He doomed everyone around him somehow. Perhaps Grace had sensed that too and that had made her leave the Caldera. He closed his eyes, muzzle lowering to the ground. Fox, I didn't mean to- I should've... There he was again, tripping over his own words in an attempt to excuse himself. 

Shrike joined them, and that only came as a harder hit. He did not belong here. This family did not know him - did not need him. Even though he was accepted within their pack, a place truly among them was not for him. I just thought he could rest easier without looking at us mourning him... He voiced his opinion softly, not sure if they wanted him here.

As he looked upon Shrike holding up Fox, comforting her, he understood. The Redhawk family already had a capable male to lean upon - a big and strong one. One wolf leaning on Trick would end up with them both on the ground. Silently, as if not even to disturb the air, he padded backwards. With one last look upon on Peregrine's lifeless vessel, he turned and padded away to his home.