Blackfeather Woods This is happiness, right?

Burke was quite fascinated by the transformation she had apparently made in a few days between seeing Nemesis and then Cicero. Maybe it was her taking on the role as an alpha that whipped her into a more formal shape that she was showing him now, or maybe it had happened because of the fear of an another pack threatening her recently founded pack compared to one that had been making a claim for quite some time. Burke watched her respectful nod, her greeting of his name said enough about how the conversation would go. Burke realized that Malice was not a threat to his woods unless they would come down to steal their hunting grounds. Burke had quite a few ideas how they were going to tackle this whole thing, yet before saying anything he would let her talk.

She almost looked nervous when speaking about what happened. Burke still stayed calm. He often needed to be the one with the calm and reasonable mind with a pack full of killers and manipulative wolves. Remarkably they were a strong family. Malice started to talk about how the female Nemesis met was not her, or well, it was a past version of herself. Burke had quite some opinions on this, but he would let her talk first. She followed by offering more information about her past. One dot on his brow was almost raising in questioning. It was very subtile. He was under the impression that this was a more formal meeting and here this female wanted to talk about herself. It seemed that her ego was still there, Burke was not surprised seeing that an ego could overshadow a person quite easily. He knew many wolves, including him, that struggled with such. He cleared his throat.

"Malice," he started. "Why should we focus on the past? Your past specifically. You say that the wolf Nemesis met is gone, then why should we waste time to talk about what is gone?," he questioned her. He was most definitely not going to talk about himself to her. She must be foolish to think that. If he was brutally honest he didn't have a care in the world why Malice was who she was and why she was behaving the way she did. Burke was very practical wolf, rational even. He was here to do business and not to have a chit chat about feelings and personality traits. He was so close to actually telling this her face. She could be easily wiped out from existence if he wanted to. But, after six years of life Burke learned to remain calm.

His pale eyes looked at her. He could tell that she was inexperienced. It was not a bad thing, he was not looking down on it. Yet, hopefully this meeting would make her gain some new experience. Burke decided that he was here to discuss matters not to have a fight about things. "You wanted a meeting with me. I am here to see you. Hopefully you realize that you can tell me what you want to say." Burke was quite direct, he had always been that way. He was not planning to stay here all day after all.