Vendetta's Threshold

I caught a horrible flu so my head was all clogged up. I couldn't think in another language. :D Sorry for the delay!

Burke did not know what the other meant with the Forsaken. It seemed like a term he should know about. He wasn't going to ask because he was a wise wolf. He would not inquire about things he could have known about. Maybe it was something he couldn't have known, still he was not the one to ask questions. He would just do what was asked of him. "And to think my other three siblings died of cold. He should have died with them," he pointed out, shaking his head. He was sure his bother would fail without him.

The large grey was pleased with the way he was called by the other. Lord was enough for him for now. He had expected to be nothing. But here, he was still a Lord and hopefully soon a brother. Oh yes. He could see this happening. His pink tongue licked over his maw. Yes he looked forward to kill. "That sounds truly wonderful. It will also help with exploring this area. I am ready to go when you are. My need to kill is numbing my brain." Burke had his way with wanting to kill. He couldn't wait to taste the blood again and taste the juicy meat he craved.

The large grey stepped forward and glanced around. "Lead the way." This male wasn't foolish. He knew the black one was the same type of him. Slade liked to lead. Burke was arrogant, yet still smart about it. He knew he couldn't lead in the same way as his newly made kin. He didn't know the area. He would gladly give him the leading spot, mainly because he had no clue which way to go. He told himself Slade could be like a mentor for him. A guide to this area, how to survive and the certain rules of this pack he should know about.