Great Bear Wilderness Just A Wanderer

Normally, Shrike wouldn't have given much thought to simply turning and leaving after the female- who called herself Eden- confessed that she hadn't really meant for him to show himself. He nodded abruptly when she confessed that she hadn't been speaking to him, but to some absent other wolf. He might have simply moved on without another word had he not noticed the woebegone look in her eyes, and had he not also felt the pangs of grief and loss recently. He'd only just begun to properly mourn the loss of Peter's life now that his murderer was finally dead and in the ground where she could hurt no other. 

He balked for a moment, not knowing exactly what he could say or do, as sympathy was not one of his strong points, and he bit his lip for a moment before he sighed inwardly and spoke. "Shrike." He said, figuring starting with his name was the best thing to do; it might make her relax if she knew his name. "Who you missing and what they look like?" He asked. He wasn't exactly ready to begin another hunt, and likely wouldn't be for some time, given the amount of time and energy it had taken for him to track down Peter's murderer. But still, he could keep an eye out for Eden's missing friend, if he had to.