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Without question, she accepted his offer and began walking with him. Shrike didn't intend to say much to her- or go very close to the Caldera either, lest this be a trap, but as soon as she mentioned her name, Shrike turned his head and got a better look at the girl. She was younger than him, with a dark, dusty pelt and eyes he had seen before. The likeness almost made him stop in his tracks, and something weighed heavily in his stomach when he realized that this girl, Raven, was likely a relative of his. Of course she was- she was named after a bird, and she looked just like Peregrine. He felt confident that this was one of his daughters- and could recall, as well, having been told the name Raven one day when Shrike asked the names of Peregrine's other children. 

"Shrike." He said, only realizing shortly thereafter that he ought to have used a pseudonym, lest Raven return to the Caldera and tell Fox that he'd led her home. "You're one of Peregrine's," He said, less of a question and more of a statement, as he was quite sure he knew roughly who she was. He didn't mention Fox, figuring that the mention of her father was enough. His features turned sullen. "I'm very sorry for your loss." He said. "He was a great man."