Redhawk Caldera you can make me whole again

Shrike wished the boy would relax, but he told himself to be patient. He wanted to build the boy's confidence up, and saying over and over again for him to relax certainly wouldn't help. He'd have to relax at his own leisure, when he actually felt comfortable. Shrike knew the feeling- he wasn't particularly adept at feeling comfortable or relaxed around wolves he didn't know, so he could understand a bit why Eljay might have felt awkward. He let the boy be, then, and when he nodded, Shrike smiled. Bird hunting it was, then- and that pleased Shrike. Shrike loved birds. He loved hunting them, even though the fail rate was ridiculously high. There was just something silly and fun about trying to catch a bird before it got too high off the ground, and getting showered in soft feathers when it got away. 

He gestured, and began to move forward, body held low just in case the birds were in a tree and could see them tracking. Eljay did the same, and Shrike assumed the boy was on to the faint scent of bird as well, though he paused when he came across another feather and some bird tracks on the ground. He grinned a toothy, hungry grin, sought Eljay's eye, and gestured again, hoping the boy would take the lead. "Stop once we get close enough," He whispered hoarsely. "We get close enough, we can scare it up at the same time. Both gonna have to jump to try an' catch when it takes off." He said.