Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

The Alpha accepted the greeting with a faint wave of his tail, then stood there patiently when Shrike indicated that he'd brought something. Anticipating food, Peregrine was initially disappointed when his pack mate motioned toward a folded leaf and gingerly unwrapped it to reveal a tuft of fur. Brow furrowed in confusion, the swarthy wolf stepped forward and dropped his nose to sniff at the little parcel. He still didn't get it and lifted his head, lips parted to ask a question when Shrike explained.

Peregrine's blood ran cold, then hot, then cold again. He had come to terms with Peter's death—that vague dream had helped a lot—but he felt his flesh tingling with the idea of revenge. "Thank you," he said solemnly, dropping his nose to familiarize himself with the scent again. "You've been tracking her?" he questioned, quietly pleased and impressed by Shrike's dedication, even as he felt a niggling sense of guilt. Peregrine himself hadn't pursued revenge due to being waylaid by his own stupidity, not that he would have known where to start otherwise. But this... this gave them an actual shot at tracking down and executing Peter's killer.