when a heart is broken

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Burke was just coming around the corner from the swaps, he was on patrol after all, when he heard the howl. God damn, was Lusa gone again? What does she need a welcome for?! Mildly annoyed with the female that kept going away while being injured the alpha trotted forward, dragging the wolf carcass with him that leaked a steady trail of blood on their borders. It was one of Burke's more splendid ideas. The loner had too close to their border and Burke needed a fresh supply of blood that would give them a good mark. Unfortunately you already needed a good two wolves to make the borders with good, faintly. Oh well. He would see what Lusa howled for. 

Burke came in closer, not caring if he made noise, it would mean his arrival. After all his heavy footsteps thumped the ground and he was dragging a carcass, a wolf carcass with him, after all. Once he spotted the female he let the carcass go and left it there to rot. The blood was almost depleted anyhow. His muzzle was stained with blood and so were patches of his fur, combined with a fit of foul swamp mud, it made Burke rather dirty looking today. His pale eyes popping out even more because of the red blood on his face and maw. "What is it?," he spoke to Lusa and then saw the pup close to her. Burke stepped close to him. "He smells of Bearclaw," He growled. "Did that wench of 'oh-toughen-me-up-Burke' have him all along??"