whispers in the rain

Burke was in not a good mood today, and he wasn't taking anyone's shit. The alpha kept close to the borders to make sure that there wouldn't be any trespassers in his territory. The charcoal tank of a male also wanted to be on the look out for his mate, who was still missing. In the end he would have to accept that something happened to her, but that was a worry for later. He had been studying Shego and the confrontation with the arrogant male, the female proved that she was worthy of the pack. She was taking on duties as a warden and Burke was appreciating that greatly. If the disrespecting male had the intentions of joining then Burke decided it was too late.

The immensely sized male, charged from the shadows like a buffalo. His teeth bared as he shot from the under grove. He lunged at the loner's neck without hesitation, ready to send a message. He would learn Shego that she could be far more aggressive towards disrespecting loners. They were the pack that held the Dark Brotherhood, a tight group of assassins. Burke wouldn't allow anyone of his members, even non-brotherhood, to be talked down by some pup. Burke tried to bite down in the stranger without mercy before letting go. The bite would be just a warning. The Dark King growled. His message was very clear. 'Get off my lawn or I will kill you right now'. He had no need to talk to this pup. If he would keep this attitude the young wolf wouldn't age into an old wolf. Burke's docked tail stood up dominantly, along with his hackles raised. His pale ice blue eyes shot for a second towards Shego, telling her that if this pup let out one more squeak she was allowed to rip him to shreds and use it in one of her blood offerings.