Lake Rodney Whispering

As the beast lifted her head, she revealed an ungly strand of blood soaked spittle and a hacking cough, indicating disease. Shrike was partially satisfied, knowing that she was apparently quite near death, but when she spoke, he realized that those were the last words he wanted to hear. She was poisonous. It would mean any puncture wound on her flesh could possibly kill him too, any contact with her foamy spittle might sicken and destroy him. Peregrine would not get the revenge he wished, by killing her slowly, and Shrike was not completely sure he could- or should- bring her poisonous body back to the pack where she could possibly contaminate their water or make another wolf sick. 

He'd made up his mind; this savage would die her. 

She didn't look long for the world anyway, and simply trying to knock her unconscious without getting bitten in the process or coming into contact with her blood could be lethal for him. He had an idea- and it was a good one- but it would mean that he would have to wait until she was no longer a threat to him. Even a wolf in such dire condition could still bite and, in doing so, kill him. 

"I'll wait."

Came the butcher-bird's reply, and he sat down, quite willing to wait as long as it took for her to pass out to carry out his plan.