Firestone Hot Springs A Wash of Tranquility

It was reassuring, to Shrike, to find a warm day even as the summer had ended and autumn had begun. It meant better luck for Lucy, though he felt discouraged still, having come so close to finding the young girl just before she'd disappeared again. He'd decided to broaden his search, roving farther away from his home territory as he searched in vain for the missing girl. But, with the chill of fall temporarily at bay, he was able to enjoy himself slightly, satisfying the wanderlust that had often ached deep within him. If nothing else, at least he was content to stay in the Caldera so long as he still had missions which would require him to rove to and from the pack at will.

He'd been tracking the scent of partridges and scanning the flatlands when he saw something white partially hidden by grasses ahead of him. Fluffy, it seemed, it had to be fur. Almost immediately, he imagined that whatever creature it was, given that the wind was not in his favour to reveal its species to him, it had changed into its winter fur too quickly. A weasel? Maybe, or a jackrabbit. He lowered himself and began to stalk forward, but a shift in the wind caused him to abandon his stalking and stand up sheepishly. It was a wolf. Duh.

Given that he'd been able to creep a bit closer, standing up now he could see her better and make out the defined shape of a female wolf, petite and slender, curled up in the grass. She had a slim, effeminate muzzle and glossy silver and white fur, looked young and in good health; attractive, in Shrike's standards. He gawked at her somewhat awkwardly for a moment, taking just a second to wonder if she was as attractive as Allure or not- her eyes were closed, of course, and that would be the deciding factor- before he decided to move away and allow her to rest.