Redhawk Caldera you can make me whole again

Tracking had always been one of Shrike's strengths. Old trails, new trails- it didn't seem to matter either way, as long as there was a trail. He had a great sense of direction and good common sense, and tried to anticipate where his quarry was headed. He'd chosen a very particular wolf to track that day, and found himself ambling along at a good pace as he swiftly made up the distance between himself and the yearling until he could see Eljay in the distance, head down, tracking.

It made him pleased; he'd hoped to do something practical with the boy, given that Shrike certainly lacked in the emotional comforting zone. Tracking was a good distraction, though, so he was relieved to see the boy already partaking in the activity. He approached and chuffed fondly to get the boy's attention. "Hey Ejlay. C'n I join you?" he asked earnestly.