Blackfeather Woods I will keep my promise.

Burke settled down and as Malice took his meal without a word. Burke was glad about that. Because he worked hard to get it. The male placed his head down, resting. He was not the youngest. The bite marks in his neck itched but luckily most of the pain had faded by now. Malice continued eating and he closed his eyes for a moment. They shot open again when the smell of meat was pushed his way, and that was followed by a lick. Burke raised his head and looked surprised at Malice for a moment. He then looked down at the meal and finished up the scraps.

What did that lick mean? Was she liking him more than she should? He was clearly not the right guy for her. He was old, he basically could be her father in age and he was all emotionally conflicted. The large man licked his lips clean, he let out a huff when he went over the small scratches on his muzzle. It was sensitive. "How are you feeling?," he decided to ask. He liked to think that she was doing better now, having fresh meat brought to her and safety of a new pack, his pack. Burke noticed that some of his bulk was vanishing under the lack of food. He shifted closer to her, though now his eyes focussed on her bulging sides. "Any... kicks?" Because well Kendra and Pietro were a lively bunch, and he wasn't sure if these were so ... lively. He hoped that not all of them were dead with the food scarcity.