Redhawk Caldera The Acorn

To her words, Shrike nodded, and concluded that he'd been accepted- she was allowing him to stay around and prove himself, after all, so that meant acceptance. He would have to gather some of his favourite things and bring them within the pack's borders, stow them away inside a new den, he supposed. He didn't want to alienate himself from the others by being too odd, and having his antlers and rocks scattered outside of his den- as he liked them to be. He'd simply try to fit in first, and then he could relax a bit. 

"Buh!" Came his startled reply, when Fox admitted that one of her new pups had broken Peregrine's leg. She seemed to have a sense of humour, so perhaps the leg wasn't broken, per say, just injured. Still, he wasn't sure, and frowned slightly to himself as he tried to imagine being an alpha with a broken leg. Then again, his grandfather had lived for the majority of his life with maimed feet, and could barely hobble. He'd had Alouette to help him out, though, and the two, together, had managed quite well. If Osprey could do it and all four of his feet had been chewed to a point beyond repair, Peregrine could manage with an injured leg with Fox's support. 

He decided, then, to make himself useful. He wouldn't avoid the den area, per say, but would leave gifts of food for the alpha pair to help them. Fox was busy doing rounds and hunting while Peregrine- if he was as injured as Fox had said- watched the pups. Retreating beyond the borders to grab his antler, Shrike moved into his new home, in search of a den before he wandered off to learn the lay of his new homelands.