Firestone Hot Springs A Wash of Tranquility

"Sorry." Shrike apologized immediately, interrupting Amari for a moment just as she began to thank him. His lips pursed and he stared away pointedly. Why was he this awkward about things? Every thing? Why was it that he suck at talking to pretty females? Peregrine had warned him of this. Peregrine had said that he'd not wanted kids when he'd been Shrike's age- and then all of a sudden he'd wanted to have billions of them. This Amari was gorgeous; she'd have beautiful children, certainly...But two children had been abducted or killed from the pack- was he so sure he wanted to give into his silly attractions and chance having a child die or be stolen away?

"Ahuh." He laughed dryly, when she said it was fine that he'd awakened her. Yeh, she certainly didn't need any more beauty sleep, she was perfect enough as it was. "Mmhmm," Said Shrike, for some reason seemingly incapable of speaking more than a syllable or two. He cleared his throat. "I live in Redhawk Caldera," He said, gesturing his muzzle in the direction of the pack. "Gamma. Out scouting," He said. "You...Have no home?" He asked quietly.