Firestone Hot Springs A Wash of Tranquility

Shrike baubled on his feet slightly when he heard a clear and slightly concerned voice ring out. He swerved in his path, drawn by the sudden need to see this wolf's face, now that she was awake, but before he moved back in her direction, and could only see the tops of her ears presently, he cleared his throat and replied. "Yep. S'me. I'm friendly." he said, biting his lip a moment later when he realized how idiotic he sounded. I'm friendly? How cute.

He moved back toward the pale female, pausing only when her head turned toward him and he met her gaze for the first time. He lowered his head in a shy greeting, cheeks flushing warm when he saw the heavenly blue of her eyes. Shrike, naturally, as introverted as he liked to think he was, was a sucker for a woman with striking looks. His ears flicked back modestly and his tail swayed gently at his ankles, as though he was a peasant finally getting to meet a member of thw nobility. "I'm Shrike," he said quietly.