Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

Burke crossed into new territory. He was done with exploring Blackfeather by now. He used the big lake to clean himself of Junkyard Dog's blood. He maliciously killed the poor female. Burke couldn't care less. She stole from their caches. In return Burke added her to the food pile of his pack. A grin came on his lips. A bigger grin came on his muzzle when he smelled a very ripe female. This was his lucky day. The utterly large tank of a male trotted forward. His docked tail was held high as he carried himself with pride.

Burke wasn't the one to wait for a female, especially not when that one female was in heat. The large masked grey ignored the bystanders, for now. His mind was only focussed on one thing and that was claiming this female. Without any regard Burke trotted up to the female and pushed his nose under her tail to get a good whiff of her. His docked tail almost stood upright and his large body stood by the female's small frame. The male took in big whiffs of her scent, feeling his own body react to it. If those other males would come closer the tank of a wolf would definitely fight for dominance over the lady.