Shrike

11-6-2020

Shrike was born into a pack called the Cutthroat Pack in the Grasslands. They hunted animals ruthlessly, torturing them before killing them. Shrike was different, though. He dreaded the day he would have to finally start hunting, and, on his first hunt, he ran from the pack. They chased him for days, tracking him and threatening to do horrible things once they caught him. Finally, they gave up, and he laid down in the grass, exhausted. This is where I found him a few days later, and we became friends quite quickly. Shrike encouraged me to start our pack, and when it was finally made, he became a scout. His keen eyes from observing those in his former pack, making sure they didn't suspect his pacifist nature, assisted him in finding new lands. Every night, he comes back to me and tells me the tales of his adventures. He is the pack breeding male, and, although he truly loves me, he knows he must expand our numbers for the strength of the pack. Shrike and I had two children, our daughter Cormorant and our son Ouzel, and he has sired several others. He had his son, Warrior, and his daughter, Guillemot, with Oriole, a son, Seaside, and a daughter, Curlew, with Sandpiper, sons Plover, Widgeon, Phalarope, and Grous and a daughter, Goosander, with Goldfinch, and sons Golden-Eye, Traill, and Yager and a daughter, Skimmer, with Cloud. He also had sons Nuthatch, Bonapartian, and Auk and daughters Eider and Prairie with Sparrow. Shrike doesn't much pay attention to any of his children, other than Cormorant. She is his pride and joy.