The young man felt something change within him at the siege. He felt himself have a purpose, a use to Abaven, but, more than that, Lark was right. He didn't need to be some great fighter. He didn't need to run himself ragged in training so that he might become the best at some task. He just needed to be himself, and be there for his family when the time was right. Shrike would breathe in, his gaze gentle. He felt... at peace with his inner demons of doubt. He felt like finally he found his place in Abaven, and, regardless of where it was exactly in the pack, he was happy with it.
Slowly, leisurely, he padded on through the newest territory Abaven had added to it's roster. It was a curious place, full of food and tall grasses. But it was nice... a calming place. Perhaps he could play with his new siblings here in a game of hide and seek or something. A little chuckle was given at the thought. Who would have thought that he, a baby of the family, would end up being a big brother? He was curious to see how Finch was handling her new role as well. Hell... Lark would be amusing to watch too. His older brother often seemed so serious... how would he react now that he had more wolves to be a role model to?
Coming across a family member was not necessarily his goal when he first entered this part of the lands, but when he scented his mother he honestly couldn't resist popping over to see her. He hadn't spent near enough time with her... and it made him sad. He loved her dearly. Hell, Shrike loved all of his family dearly. He would follow her scent until he saw her through the thicket, clearing his throat as he tried to get her attention.
