Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

Shrike stood, mesmerized by the dancing Northern Lights, eventually sitting down to watch them, turning his head this way and that as they brightened in certain parts of the sky. He wondered what caused it, and if it was a sign for something...Naturally, his thoughts roamed back to the Caldera. Was this a sign from Peregrine?

As if on cue, a voice sounded, calling for someone from the Caldera. Lost? His heart leapt; he did not recognize the voice, which was a good sign. He would not have recognized Lucy's voice. Immediately, he ran toward where the sound had come from, drawn toward the scent of what used to be his home. It belonged to a female so he pushed himself harder. Ahead, the inky gloss of dark fur nearly caused Shrike to trip, but he slowed when he caught a bit of silver in the wolf's eyes. Lucy's eyes had been blue. 

This wasn't Lucy. This was the wolf he'd smelled in the pack, but hadn't met. He realized she might have been spooked, seeing a stranger hurtling her way so he lowered his head and tail- she might have been on orders to find him. "Hullo." He greeted quietly, a bit downtrodden. "You, um...Looking for something?" He asked, prepared to bolt if she was looking for him.