Hideaway Strath As the summer wind

Burke watched with distaste for the clumsy girl that seemed be the flowery type. Burke glared at Malice for out to him. His ears flatted down his skull, not very pleased with her, or how the way to the females awed over her. It could be a trap and they had better things to do than to give attention to this female.

Burke growled lightly. "Please. Cut it out. We keep to our own. She is not one of us," Burke called out, not caring if it would hurt or upset her more. The girl was clearly unsteady on her feet and if the first wolf that got defensive scared her then she had a long way to go in the wolf world. "We are leaving. We don't have time for this nonsense," Burke stated, not liking how Malice went in mommy-mode over this stranger. Females and their weirdness. They had more important things to do.