Shrike immediately brightened the moment his mother came onto the scene. Father and mother both were here, and the boy’s tail began to wag furiously. As he was smothered by love, the boy would curl around his mother much like he did when he was a babe, for it was true -- he was just an overgrown child. One that had sorely missed his parents. He would return Wren’s affections back, wagging his tail happily back and forth with a happy whine. ”You’re home! You’re hoooome~”
Allen would address the pack, not to thrilled with them. Shrike knew he was at fault for not being at all the proper training and such himself, and felt guilty. Even his father was mad. His tail would stop wagging, ears lowering some. He would have to step up his game, to get back into the swing of things. Looking back to Wren when they were finished he would whisper.
