The Heartwood i wish i didn't have a heart to love you

Whispering a quiet but loving goodbye to his mate, Shrike left Allure's side though it pained him to do so, to find something for them to eat. He wanted them both to have had a meal before they attempted to join a pack so they didn't show up on someone's doormat with growling bellies. He'd toyed with the idea of them both hunting down something a bit larger to bring with them, as proof of their hunting prowess, but the idea also seemed somewhat outdated. If they went to the Caldera, and Elwood was in charge, he doubted he'd need to bring anything as proof that he was a reliable hunter and tracker- his old friend already knew that. 

Secretly he hoped that he might run into Elwood, or perhaps Finley or Raven- one of his former packmates, so that he might get a chance to speak to them and see if they had room in the pack for two more members. Maybe they'd remember Allure- though she hadn't been in the pack long before she left to join her family in Neverwinter. Regardless, if would have been nice to come across a friendly face while he was out hunting, but instead he found himself halting and lowering into a crouch when he came across an unfamiliar scent. 

He stayed where he was, ears flicking back and forth as he scanned the area, waiting for the stranger to come into view, if she was heading in his direction. Sure enough, he could see just the top of a dark, tawny back roving along so he lifted himself silently from his crouch to get a better look at the wolf who moved along, nose to the ground. She was slim, and had a confident yet airy grace to the way she moved. If she was a lone wolf- which he assumed she was- then it wasn't a lifestyle that hindered her much. He eyed her for a moment with a calm silver gaze, and greeted her across the distance with a low chuff.