Redhawk Caldera Hanging around

Burke growled when the boy felt the need to peek at his junk. He moved his head towards the other and snapped his jaws shut close to his ear. It was just a warning, he did not intend to harm the boy. Burke glared at him. "Seriously. Didn't your parents talk to you about breeding?," he huffed. "Goddamn place...," he mumbled mostly to himself. He shook his head. Why didn't they inform their kids? He would be sure to tell them what they needed to know. "After a certain age, one doesn't produce seed anymore. Even if there is a female in heat then there won't be any pups if I happen to breed her," he explained.

Burke rolled his eyes. "And don't go ask all your breeding questions to me now. You can go to your parents for that," he huffed. Then the younger wolf made another error. Burke was losing more of his tolerance. "Sebastian is my son, not my brother," he stated. He showed one of his more evil smirks. "I will tell him that. I am pretty sure he won't like that," he decided to try and scare the boy.