Through the grasses he would push, humming to himself. Shrike the mighty! Shrike the quiet! Yeah, he was neither of those things except in his own mind. The boy’s bi colored eyes were shining happily as he raced along, thinking he was the greatest messenger in all of Abaven! Yes! He would move like the wind, and he would give first aid to the fallen! He carried some plant in his mouth, playing alone in his game. It had been going on for a while now and he had already saved five other wolves! He was the greatest!
The grasses would fall away, leaving a meadow like area that Shrike had not found before. He would abandon his plant the moment he saw a stranger, one that smelled of the pack but was one he didn’t know. He would grin, bolting towards the stranger. “Hiiii!” He would screech, looking like he was fit to run into the other young male.