Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

Just like many times before, Shrike had needed to do nothing but simply wait for one of the alpha wolves to show up- or one of their pups- and he was pleased to smell Peregrine drawing nearer and nearer until he came into view. He rose to his feet, still keeping his tail hanging between his ankles and moved to meet the alpha, flattening his ears and clicking his teeth slightly as he touched the alpha's jaw in a show of respect. He'd never been terribly touchy-feely before, not even for shows of respect, but he felt inclined to do so now. Perhaps because he couldn't muster the courage to embrace either Peregrine or Fox to show his support...It would have been out of his place and awkward, and not likely appreciated. 

"Brought something." He said, only then starting to get a bit nervous. He still wasn't sure what Peregrine or Fox might think of the fact that he thought it best that everyone in the pack familiarize themselves with the scent of the killer. Maybe he'd be angry, maybe he'd feel some solace knowing Shrike wanted nothing better than to behead the murderer himself. Shrike was a wolf with a one-track mind, and at that moment still, his mind was stuck on revenge.

He padded toward the still folded leaf, and with one gentle foot, flipped it open, revealing the black tuft of fur. Too much, too long and too dark to have ever been Peter's, but aside from Peregrine, the fur couldn't have belonged to any of their current pack members. He looked up at Peregrine for a moment, allowing him to come to the conclusion, if he did, before Shrike filled it in for him. 

"'S the murderer's hair." He said. "She ain't dead yet. But...This is her scent. An' I know where her trail left off." He said. A glance at the dark clump of fur brought the image of Peter's mangled head back and he growled softly, quieting himself as soon as he was able to strangle the sound. He held his breath for a moment, trying to control his anger. "Gonna keep looking for her. Just thought..." He said, trailing off. "If everyone knew her scent, we could be more prepared." He said. After all, she had come back to the borders after killing Peter- and if she was that sick minded and twisted, she might very well come back again.