Blackfeather Woods Aimless Direction

Burke wasn't mildly impressed when the rodent started to squeak loudly. It was rather annoying even. Burke watched him come closer and point at his nose. Oh yes, you walnut-sized master brain. Come closer to my jaws, the brute thought. The masked male kept his face expressionless. "Weasel, Squirrel, rodent. I don't see a difference," he casually stated. Burke was gleeful to know that Damien had seen this rodent as a squirrel too. Frankly Burke didn't bother with learning about the smaller creatures that were too difficult to catch in the first place. Too much effort compared to the meat you would get.

The large male then snapped his jaws at the fast creature, no doubt his teeth wouldn't even glance at the critter and its speed. But Burke wanted to scare it away from him. He would not chase the small obstruction, but he would like the other to believe that so he would back off. "You are basically worthless, I hope you know that."