Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

He could sense Peregrine's guilt, and when he spoke, Shrike realized then that Peregrine and Fox had not been around when Peter had been killed. Only Eljay had been there, and the next day, it was Elwood who had answered the call. He did not know who had informed the alphas, how they had found out, or if one of them had found Eljay still clutching poor Peter's mangled remains after Shrike had left to pursue the killer. Though Shrike wanted very much to say that what was done was done, and there was nothing that they could do to change it, he knew that that would only make Peregrine feel worse. He couldn't even find the words to say to elimate or alleviate Peregrine's guilt, so he simply stayed silent on the matter. Shrike had never had to console anyone from such a hard loss, and wasn't sure he wanted to dive right in without any experience. 

He was glad, however, when Peregrine said he wanted the female dead- but what he said next puzzled Shrike a bit. Capture her? It would only really be feasible if she came to the pack again and was cornered, or if he, on his ventures, somehow managed to take her down and drag her back to the Caldera. His lips pursed at the thought of this, and though he wanted very, very much to kill her himself, he knew he'd at least have to try to appease the alpha by fulfilling his wish. 

"She deserves nothing less." He commented dryly. Peregrine did seem inclined to hold off on sending out a party to find her- they had to protect the living after all- and Shrike could understand this. Part of him was satisfied with that- he wanted to track down this criminal alone anyway. "I'll do everything I can to find her. Won't go too far, or for too long." He said. "Will try to bring her back alive, if I can." He said, but as such a thing was highly unlikely, he added "...But if I can't bring her back...I gotta kill her." He said, looking to Peregrine for approval. He felt bad, having to say this, but if it came down to him letting her go to try and capture her with a group, or slaying her on the spot, he knew there was no way he'd be able to live with himself for letting her slip away again.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his brow furrowed. Something just came to him. "Six?" He asked abruptly, changing the topic rather suddenly. "Six pups?"