Blackfeather Woods In The Truly Gruesome Do We Trust

Burke blinked as there was another howl at their border. There were a lot of wolves wanting to join their forest lately. It was most definitely becoming winter. The dense forest they lived in had minimal snow on the grounds, but once they reached the swamps or clearings the snow would become deeper. Burke went to the borders, responding to the howl in question. He wasn't expecting much to be honest.

Burke stepped forward from the shadows, at least this female knew how to stay back and show respect to their borders. Burke stepped half through the scent mark he made before, very keen on showing that these woods were his. His docked tail raised up and looking down at her. "What is it?," he asked, clearly not in a good mood.