Blackfeather Woods eye of the beholder

Burke slowly woke up to then hear a familiar voice. He did not want anyone close but he could not really do anything with the pups nestled against him. They would grow cold and they would die. The large male let out a loud growl from the den, letting the other know that he did not appreciate that Cicero was so close. He had been a traitor too.

He couldn't really smell or know that he had brought a piece of meat. Then Burke might have been more willing to let him come close. Probably it was his sense of smell that wasn't improving. The male let out another growl, hoping that was enough of a threat that Cicero would back off.