Firestone Hot Springs Hot Blood

Ever faithful, Shrike was not far behind Allure. He'd gone out on his own earlier, to track something down for them to eat, and had come upon a young fawn, hiding in the grass. Too young to keep up to its mother still, it had hunkered down when the rest of the herd had run from his presence- but Shrike knew to search the grassy field that the deer had been in, having seen fawns with the adults earlier. And his wisdom did not disappoint- he found what he was looking for, and was mercifully quick in seizing the easy meal. 

He'd stowed the meal away, so that Allure could have it later. He could still feel her heart hurting, and he did not want it to effect her physical health any more than it already did. He failed at providing words to express how he felt, or to properly respond to her own feelings- but Shrike was more the sort to speak with gestures and physical affirmation and support than anything else. And he'd been working on fixing the blank look that he almost always had on his face. 

When he caught up with her, she wasn't alone- and she was watching another wolf not far away who, thus far, seemed oblivious to her presence. He moved silently to her side and touched his nose to her cheek, and turned his piercing silver gaze to the male.