Greatwater Lake Down by the lake

Burke looked at the other male not really amused that he would talk back to him. Burke had his docked tail raised highly, the red paw print mark on his shoulder was fresh. His appearance alone could make wolves recognize who he was, but apparently not this one. But he did seem to know Cicero, who not yet had a paw print. Burke squinted his eyes when the male even dared to ask why he wanted to know. He quickly corrected himself though, and started talking to him. Even telling his name. This was rather important. Burke disliked how the male talked about Cicero. His spy had indeed been right about how disrespectful this male was.

"Are you sure you would call him your friend, Crius?," he asked. His pale eyes looking into the other's eyes. Burke was used to it being the alpha. He had that certain air around him too. Something the other was laking with his endless mumbling. After this male called Cicero a friend, he also called him coward which was far from what Cicero was. Burke's eyes turned colder and less interested in this male now he knew the name of this wolf.