Redhawk Caldera Fun and games

Having found himself the perfect den, Shrike had been stretched out, lying flat on his side in a bed of soft fluff and feathers he'd collected when the howl rang out. The only time Shrike was ever still was in his sleep, but a deep sleeper he was not. He was often up several times throughout the night but always returned to his den to sleep, as he did not particularly like sleeping out without having some form of shelter. He licked his chops and nose, scenting the wind to see if he noticed anything different before he stood, shook the fluff from his coat and moved out of his den and into the gleaming morning light. 

He picked up a lope and moved off toward the howl. It hadn't belonged to Fox, the only pack member he'd met thus far- instead, it belonged to a male, but rather than being a call of authority, which led him to believe this was not Peregrine, it was an invitation. Though he wanted to meet Peregrine quite a bit, he would settle quite happily for meeting the other members of the pack, and followed the male's scent until it mingled with Fox's. He was pleased for a moment, but also perhaps a bit disappointed- if Fox was there, Peregrine would not be as one of them would have to be with the pups. Still, he could get to know her better, which was not a bad idea. 

He caught the scent of squirrel as he approached the meeting sight, and was still sniffing the air hungrily when he came upon the two wolves. His posture shifted, to show respect for both the alpha female and the male he glanced at, just long enough to take in his features, but he was still somewhat distracted by the smell of squirrel. He didn't see any, or hear any, but he could smell squirrel. He was sure of it. 

"Morning," He greeted, nodding his head first to Fox, and then to the male. His senses begged him to find where the squirrels were, but he ignored that instinct for now. "'M Shrike," He said, by way of introduction, and shortly thereafter: "Smell squirrels?" Instinct wouldn't be hidden for long.