Redhawk Caldera No walls around me

Murderer of what? Shrike gave her a look that might have indicated that she'd just sprouted a pair of horns and had begun to reek like four day old socks, and crinkled his nose. He had to put in an effort to stop himself from asking her What do you bloody well think?! And took a deep breath instead. He was still angry about Peter's death, and told himself he'd simply be transferring that anger to her, and she didn't deserve it. He turned his face away and kept moving, assuming that she would follow. 

"Peter." He said, voice somewhat gruff with poorly masked hostility. "Peregrine and Fox's son." He continued, so she might understand the gravity of the situation. This wasn't just some omega of the pack that had outstepped his boundaries or been too weak to stand up in a proper territory fight at the borders, this was a pup. His defenselessness was what made it so much worse. "Got her fur. Gonna give you her scent."