Redhawk Caldera Gave the Salvation Army girl a squeeze

It was with great relief and satisfaction that Shrike snapped at the air between himself and Dingo once Fox had spoken. He did not think she would coddle the trespasser simply because he was family, but he did not know Fox well enough to have made that call confidently. Fortunately, it seemed like he had a good read on the alpha, and the way they treated trespassers- whether they were kin or not, and Shrike was more than happy to chase the bugger out of the packlands, fulfilling his duty as a guardian. It was even more satisfying, given that he didn't give a shit about Dingo, as harmless as he might be.

Nips and snaps here and there landed some sharp bites on the male's hide, and Shrike held fast to the male's heels, growling and snarling the whole way until the pesky intruder was long gone past the borders. He'd left Fox far behind in doing so, but didn't mind, terribly- he was just happy to get to chase this intruder away from the pack- without him protesting again- for what he hoped would be the last time. Once he figured he'd spent enough energy chasing Dingo away he slowed to a stop, snorted vehemently, and walked stiff-leggedly back to his packlands.