Blackfeather Woods Hunter's Duty

Burke was sitting by one of the streams coming from the swamps. The male knew when the take his breaks. As a workaholic he was not the one to take breaks, yet he learned that if he did not take a rest once a while his body would not be able to keep up with his mind. He was not the youngest even though he would never admit that verbally. He closed his eyes, sitting at the bank. He always liked to find his inner peace, stay calm and channel that calmness. The news Cicero had brought him did not do well to his inner peace. His want to kill and start a reckless war was itching under his skin.

The male inhaled and slowly exhaled. He thought about his children and how a war would affect them. He realized never was a good time to have a war. Yet he had to think logically, when Malice was somewhat of a thread he went out of his way to avoid such a war, now his enemy had basically started a pack in their neighborhood and Burke was more than tempted to start one. He needed to calm down. Think of other options.