Bramblepoint The Parting Glass

His ears perked slightly when she spoke, and he finally opened his eyes, to see the morning light had grown brighter but still in front of him there was a slender shadow with two gems of mahogany gleaming at him. Though he'd originally told her to stay behind, he was comforted by the fact that she'd ignored his wishes and had stayed with him. Now, he felt better knowing she was there because he knew she could help him keep the wolves in the area safe from whatever harm it was either his or Hedda's body could do. She'd done the right thing, and he admired her in that moment for being responsible and caring. 

"Tanks." Came Shrike's dry reply. He didn't quite manage a smile, but her humour was appreciated, even if it was fleeting and somewhat forced. He could hear her slide her body to the ground, and saw a dark shape- what he assumed was a paw- come too close, and he recoiled out of discomfort. He wanted to reach out, and to allow her to draw near, but couldn't let himself fall prey to his sentimentality. "Gotta tell Peregrine. No more danger." He said. "And that I'm sorry. And thankful." He said. There was much more that he wanted to tell Peregrine, of course, but his words were failing and energy fading away slowly.