Fairspell Meadow Burke.....I can explain.

Burke wasn't really keeping track of his pack mates that much. He didn't want to be a nagging father and make them tell him where they were going. Of course he would appreciate it since sometimes he had no clue where certain members were. Alas. It was not his point to worry about, if they stayed away too long Burke would just not accept them back in. He needed loyal wolves, not unfaithful ones.

Currently Burke was on a solo hunt. He knew here were deer in fairspell meadow even after the storm and how much it demolished most of the meadow. But apparently he wasn't the only one hunting the mother and calf in this field. He watched how Misty snatched the calf before him. He watched her kill it, so she had been been at least working on being a gamekeeper as she dragged it away he realized that she was dragging it in the wrong direction. "You are going the wrong way," he spoke to her and appeared from the shadows.