Redhawk Caldera The Acorn

The fur along Shrike's neck and the rabbit's side ruffled in the faint breeze as he waited, glancing down every once in a while at the kill as though expecting it to ask how much longer it might take before it was eaten. He, however, was patient, and though his attention was divided between the earth and the sky, he was attentive and wasn't easily distracted from his mission of searching out a wolf on patrol. Against the green shrubbery, a wolf was sure to stand out- and one with a pelt as strikingly red as the one who approached certainly did. The moment Shrike caught sight of her, only a fraction of a glance was needed to tell him who this might be, and what their rank was. Scent told him enough as well; she smelled strongly of other wolves, of milk and hormones, and a pang of fear hit him. 

This was a mother.

And not just a mother, but an alpha, he quickly discerned, and his posture bent to assume a submissive pose, tail between his legs, ears tilted back, and mouth slightly agape in a quiet pant. She moved with a stiff gait toward him and he crept sideways away from the rabbit, arching his body away from her to show that it was indeed for her, as an offering, and he would be no threat should she reach down to take it. Her teeth bared and he averted his gaze, meanwhile keeping her in his peripheral vision, just in case she chased him off for some reason or another. He knew better than to test a new mother. 

"Shrike Redleaf." He said, in his high, unquavering voice. "Looking for a home." He explained, and nodded briefly to the rabbit. "For you. I c'n hunt."