The boy managed to escape the den without anyone following after him. Normally a sibling or Darrah would come out seeing that someone had woken up but he normally just sat just outside in the tall grasses near their den. He went a little farther into the plains, abandoning his normally routine to go do something else. Well actually, he was just going to a different place to do his normal routine.
He would leap through the tall grasses, growing but still not tall enough to walk through them. He would then take a seat in what seemed like the center of the meadow. There weren't any dens here, but he had a pretty good look down to the river and he could spot a few dens a ways away and maybe even some wolves walking around. He had only ever examined things, he had a wicked way of thinking but he never took the matter physically besides when he fought Mingan. But he was being pushed then...
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.