Blackfeather Woods I'm not crying, I just got dust in my eye

Burke trotted through the woods for his morning checkup. Always when he would go to sleep in the late morning he would do one last check of the woods. Burke kept mostly to dusk and dawn. He liked the short naps better than the long hours of staying in the den. It seemed his children and the same since they were eager to explore. This was quite the solution. Burke was headed his way home when growling caught his attention. He changed his direction to check out what the growls were about to find Damien in quite a bad mood. He could see it by the way his face was already on thunder. "Are you going to tell me what is wrong?," he asked, getting straight to the point.