Grouse Thicket Discovering fruits

Burke still watched her. He wasn't very trustful of other wolves at all. Especially not outside the territory he wanted to call his home. He lifted a bit of his muzzle, giving him a stoic look. His eyes were also not straying away from her. He was not going to give her a window to attack or do. Even though she looked like a sweetling he was not going to fall for it.

She spoke about the language and how she spoke it in her birth pack. Burke really couldn't find any care for those words. "That won't be needed," he spoke, after all he had already bitten into it and tasted the rather sweet taste himself already. So if it was poisonous he was already going to die anyhow. Though he was pleased to hear that is was not the case. He rather liked living. His docked tail stood upright.