The Docked Stranger

IC Joining @Meldresi (& @Bane not sure if I should tag you or not :3)

A pink tongue licked over the light silver fur on Burke's muzzle, it been a long time since he had eaten leftovers. With care the bloodstains were licked from his fur. Burke found that he had to be presentable at all times. How handy would it have been if he had one of the females to lick him clean. Yet, Burke had made a clear decision. He was going to prove to his brother Roran that within a year his pack would be split up since, Burke wasn't there to keep them together. The grey wolf had wanted some new scenery and excitement in his life anyhow. Burke also didn't care much for the offspring he left behind. Some of them might have been his own but they also could have been from his brother. In the frenzy that was created by a female's heat both brothers had their way with them. This also said something about his emotional attachment to the females of his previous pack, non-existant. Burke was not going to raise a cub that wasn't his. He should have started his own pack from the beginning.

Just because Burke was ambitious of being in charge that didn't mean he wasn't a good pack member. Far from. The large grey thrived in a pack, which he noticed now as he was spending his days alone. A word had been caught of a pack lead by a priestess.
Burke was interested how and what this religion enthralled. Plus the pack sounded like one he would enjoy to be in. It was settled. Once he put his mind to something it was hard to get his brain of it. The scraps he just nibbled on were merely a light snack since he wanted to reach his goal. He couldn't be far off now. The reason this wolf wanted to join another pack, even at its lowest rank, was to learn. There were so many ways to lead a pack. So many different ways to be an active member of a pack.

His tongue licked a piece of bone from his teeth as the grey male continued his way. His nose locked on a scent. Light blue eyes scanned calmly around to be aware of his surroundings. Burke was never really scared, maybe because his docked tail kept him from physically place his tail between his legs he couldn't reach that mental state. Burke could also be mentally disturbed for not having fear as a normal wolf should. A pleased smirk came on his muzzle when the border was reached. A strong scent, perfect. He already liked how strict their were about their grounds. In a calm manner the male scanned the dark woods and what might lay after that. He was pleased. Burke threw his head back and let out a howl to let the person in charge know he was knocking on their door. The male took great care in his demeanor. His tail was neutral as far a docked tail could show a neutral position, his head upright and his body relaxed. He wore his battle scars with pride.