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

Shrike stayed still and maintained a relaxed posture while the darker female looked him over, still ready to turn and high-tail it should she show any signs of hostility. As it was, it seemed that she was pleased to have come across him, and her greeting was surprisingly friendly. She reminded Shrike vaguely of Raven, and he found himself wondering for a moment if this might be a relative. She did, after all, have several markers found in wolves from his famile- from the slim, athletic and graceful build to the keen look about her features and olive eyes. 

It seemed that she wanted a hunting partner, and though Shrike was receptive, her wiles were lost on him. Any sort of manipulation went straight over his head- he wouldn't have recognized it even if someone else had pointed it out, nor would he have cared. He and the female wanted the same thing- a hunting partner- so he didn't particularly mind how friendly she was being in order to score a hunting partner. Those were techniques he never would have used because Shrike was far more to-the-point. Charm wasn't something he'd ever really learned to use or recognize; so with that in mind, he often came off as being a bit dense. 

He did nod, though, and moved forward, replying with a simple "Yep." before he lifted his head and began to inhale with short puffs of air, lips slightly pulled back so he could catch any sign of prey in the vicinity. Remembering not to be too abrupt, he bobbed his head in a curt greeting. "M' Shrike."