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Shrike had been doing his best to keep busy since joining the pack. Though his need to wander took him outside of the pack's borders every now and again, so he could learn about the other territories in the vicinity, the majority of his time was spent hunting small prey to stock their caches with. He kept himself fed well enough, but knew that with the alpha's leg broken- or injured, as he still wasn't sure if Fox was being sarcastic about Peregrine's injury or not- he would need to step up, pitch in and do his best to help the growing family. He'd caught the scent of a partridge and followed it until he could just barely see the tawny feathers in the dark. Partridges were fun- odd creatures, with odd habits, but fun. When he felt he was close enough, he surged forward and the female partridge leapt into the air, beating her wings and creating the signature fwap fwap fwap sound as she tried to get away. Shrike leapt and caught her tail feathers, bringing her back down to the ground. 

It wasn't over yet, though, and the partridge did exactly what Shrike was hoping for. Rather than simply taking off into the air, the partridge performed its 'broken wing' routine, cocking one wing out to the side, squawking quietly and shuffling away on foot. This caught Shrike's interest, but not because he actually believed her routine- Shrike knew that if the bird did this, it had young that it was trying to lead him away from, which would be hunkered down in the grass somewhere. Turning a blind eye to the partridge mother, he scanned the grass, weaving this way and that until he found the four chicks, feathery and wide-eyed, tucked into a little nest of grass. They were an easy kill. 

He'd eaten one, buried one and carried two in his mouth toward the Rendezvous point where he knew the alphas had moved. Intending to leave the gift there and give them peace, Shrike closed in on the densite but stopped in his tracks when he caught the flash of keen eyes in the dark. They did not belong to Fox, but to a dark male, who was favouring one foreleg. Shrike's mouth opened slightly in surprise, and one of the partridge chicks fell to the ground. He placed the other on the ground and uttered a soft chuff, to catch the alpha's attention, with hopes he wouldn't be too perturbed that his activities had been interrupted.