Chimera Fields gold heart; silver tears

The past year had been a tough one on all of the wolves Shrike had come in contact with. Either through death or the disappearance of a loved one, and though he had succeeded to track down one killer, and had come close to finding Lucy, those were his only successes, and yet again he'd lost track of the Caldera's little one. Now the search was expanded once more, to include Scimitar who had been missing for too long. Shrike had been searching for months for Lucy, but he had always come back to the pack after a couple of days at most; Scimitar hadn't been seen or scented for too long now, and the worry had begun to weigh heavily on Allure. 

He was glad that he could be there for her when she needed him, and he doted on her as much as he could. He could tell that her spirits had begun to flag, and he had a feeling that she dreaded the worst. Having just left a pack that had lost its alpha, he prayed that the same thing did not happen again. Had Shrike been superstitious, he might have thought that he was cursed, but the truth was far from that. He still had Allure in his life, as woebegone as she was. And when she mustered her strength to smile at him faintly, he was not disappointed in the fact that he knew it was forced. She was trying, and he knew that it was perfectly normal and acceptable to be depressed and weak in a time like this. He nuzzled her cheek gently as they walked, before he scanned the area ahead to catch sight of Cypress. 

He liked the young lad; this was Allure's little brother, after all. He was keen, and naturally, since Allure was fond of him, Shrike was too. He gave the boy space, and made sure not to crowd Allure so that Cypress did not feel out of place or smothered by Shrike who was still a newcomer.