Blackfeather Woods Bonding Time

Burke was surprised by Pietro's intelligence. The father nodded. "Yes, indeed," he spoke. Though then he laughed softly as Pietro tried smelling the claw markings. Burke licked his lips. "The marks on the trees like that are more visual markings," he explained to his son. They didn't gave off much scent but if more tress were marked like this a loner would know a pack had sharpened their nails. Not that they could retract like a cat did but they could be sharp, and sharp nails could do damage too in a fight. 

Burke watched how proud his son was and then tackled him gently. It seems the alpha was actually playing with his son right now. "Oh you are so big already! Helping me mark the borders," he let out and playfully jumped around. It was a rare sight, but he liked to reward his son with playtime. Cuddles would come later at night. And play was very important for Pietro. It was how he developed.