Greatwater Lake New grounds to explore

Burke would have disagreed with the black male on the fact that there wouldn't be new recruits. He was a new recruit. A bloody good one at that. But that was besides the point. Black Feather had an amazing marketing. It kept the wolves that were too soft for the dark pack off their lands and it would attract the dark ones, like him, to join. The word that was spread by other wolves was actually an excellent strategy. At least that was what Burke thought. In his eyes he was right.

The tank of a wolf wiggled his docked tail. No one commented on it before, not even at Black Feather. Burke slowly grinned, one of those wicked ones again. "My tail got stuck when I was a pup. I was about 4 or 5 months old. I had to chew it off to free myself," he explained, holding his docked tail proudly. It was a bit strange to see a wolf with a docked tail. Burke looked even more squared in shape without his tail. The male didn't show any type of emotion easily because his tail was so short. Burke actually liked his docked tail. "So, if you say Ouroboros Spine. What should I think of that pack-wise? Friendly? Neutral?," he wondered.