Redhawk Caldera Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Still on the prowl for any sign of Lucy or for Teagan, whom he'd sent out on a mission, Shrike had been patrolling the borders with his head low when he heard an angry voice. Quiet, but recognizable, the voice streamed from the interior of the packlands and beyond the borders, not too far from where Shrike was. He could tell that it was Ferret and thought twice about quickening his gait lest the youngster turn his sour attitude on him. Ferret had never done anything purely malignant to Shrike, but he'd always been too rough when he played, and had no respect for personal boundaries...Or anything, in general. He was a handful, that was certain.

It didn't take Shrike long to come upon the yougster's trail as he left the pack, but he stiffened when he stopped to investigate; the boy's scent was mingled with that of blood and Peregrine. He lifted his head and scanned the area, half expecting to still see the boy's patterned coat as he left, but wasn't sure if he should follow. His first duty, of course, was to see to Peregrine, though he was absolutely sure he could follow the boy's trail to track him down if need be. He lunged forward, and it did not take him long to find the gathering near the borders, and his ears flattened when he saw Peregrine with bite marks between his shoulder and throat. He immediately spotted Sassafras and moved toward her, balking visibly when she lowered her head to tear up a mouthful of grass and then start chewing it. One ear turned sideways in confusion he approached her, touching his nose briefly to her shoulder but still giving her a slightly odd glance as he tried to understand why she was eating- or perhaps just chewing grass.

"Saw him leave." Shrike voiced softly. "Want me to...?" He asked, not sure what he might be told to do. Track Ferret down, bring him back, let him go...He left the option open.