Redhawk Caldera you can make me whole again

Eljay seemed to shrink a bit as Shrike approached, probably just to show respect but he discerned a certain amount of shyness as well. Though Shrike was only as close as a distant wolf could be to both of Eljay's parents, he never really felt particularly shy around either of them, and certainly not around their son. Awkward, yes, but shy, no. He bobbed his head in greeting to the boy again, and gave him half a smile when he accepted the company Shrike had offered. He gestured toward the boy's lowered head. "Dun worry 'bout it." He said. "Posture can sit second when hunting." He said, hoping the boy would relax a bit and just focus on the task at hand. 

He could still sense Eljay's tension as they moved, and Shrike could scent a couple mildly old scent trails, and looked over at Eljay now and then to see if he caught wind of anything. He stiffened when he caught the scent of partridge lingering on a soft, downy feather that had been left on the ground some time ago. "Psst," Shrike said, grinning wolfishly at Eljay. "Y'like bird?"