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Burke watched how Malice crossed the river. It wasn't like he wanted to check upon her but he kind of wanted to. He didn't want to lose her. The male trotted up to Malice and walked with her in silence. They didn't need to say much. However where he would have gone for the spy mode she just marched right in. Burke smirked. Motherhood was doing Malice good. She was becoming more assertive. Burke instantly followed her. His eye falling on the one that he seemed to remember. God that whiny female about their family (and he had frankly scared away) was there with them.

His pale eyes fell on her for a moment, before he looked around at the other wolves. "Don't cross the river, onto the island, even if you aren't settling here. It won't end well," he stated. "We are Absinthe and Thor and we rule Arthendal. We protect our family at all cost so let it be known to you, even if the scent marks didn't tell you enough, that we live close," he added. They didn't need to know they were settling also, they were settling longer. Hell, he even saw himself as a pack already. Plus he was kind of smitten that they used their secret names. Though Burke did not want them settled here. This was their land. Yet, it was not clear if they were traveling or settling here.