Blackfeather Woods Come rain on my parade

Burke was not close to the mire today. He had the feeling that not a lot of pack mates would thread into the swamp area in winter, it was quite a traitorous place. He followed a fresh scent from Venus, not really keen on finding her death in the swamps. If one would head in alone one might never get out of there, so being the good alpha he was, he looked out for his members. 

Yet when he came close, the hints of what he smelled before became worse. Ah, heat. Burke was tempted, but he also knew that Venus and Cyn had mated now. A couple. He had never met mates of the same sex but if that is what they liked then Burke wouldn't stop them. "Venus, the swamps are extra dangerous this time," he pointed out to her, indirectly calling her back, trying to ignore her scent.