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It seemed that part of his answer had pleased Peregrine, though when he asked specifics, Shrike's head tilted to the side quizzically, but when the options were presented- warrier versus warden- he nodded abruptly in understanding. "Warden." He replied. Shrike could fight, and had the temper for it, but wasn't really built for brute force. He vould hold his own, but against a large wolf, he would need backup. Shrike was built for speed, as had most of the wolves in his immediate family, which didn't necessarily leave him carrying weight that he could sling around in a battle. "Don't mind a fight though." He added, figuring it would be best at least to admit that he wouldn't be frightened of engaging in a fight should one arise. "Chased off an intruder not long ago. Woulda torn him up. Ashmedai intervened." He admitted. He paused for a moment before he continued. "Fox showed up. Chased the loner off; told Ashmedai off for gabbing with the loner." He said. He wasn't sure if Fox had relayed this occurrance to her mate or not, but he felt it was important that he prove himself. "I don't tolerate thieves. Intruders." He said in a low voice, quite pleased that he shared the same sentiment as Fox. 

Peregrine didn't seem to see the benefit in having a scout, but Shrike could see a reason why he might feel that way. "The Caldera likes to keep to itself?" He asked. If scting wasn't of much use, it must've meant that they weren't terribly concerned with their connection to other packs, or finding information about new packs. "I'll stay close to home. But if I meet others...Where to we stand?" He asked, wanting to know if they had enemies or friends in the area that he should know about.