Neverwinter Forest Le Chat Noir

Breath ruffling the feathers of the bird he carried, Shrike had missed the scent of another wolf nearby, and stopped, one forefoot dangling in the air and ears perked when someone greeted him. He caught sight of the female whose warm voice had greeted him, and he promptly lowered his head to place the bird on the ground, trying as inconspicuously as possible to spit out the few feathers that had gotten stuck to his tongue before he lifted his head to be level with his shoulders, and bob it in a friendly greeting. His tail swayed, relaxed, at his ankles. "Hullo," He said, and left the bird on the ground where he'd placed it to pad toward her and close the distance. 

He'd caught her scent along the borders and determined she was likely a long-time member of the pack. "I'm Shrike. I'm new...Staying with Allure," He said, by way of an explanation. He assumed all the wolves in the pack would know that Scimitar had not been seen for days, and that no other wolf held a rank high enough to accept him officially. The female before him was stocky, not possessing the lithe, feminine frame of Allure, but the sliver of teal in her eye gave him a clue as to who she might be. He'd been told names, and knew there weren't many other wolves in the pack, so he felt relatively comfortable with his assumption. "Are you Kaskara?" He asked, pulling forth the name from his stockpile of names he'd memorized when they'd been spoken to him.