sometimes quiet is violent

The large male was mostly occupied with patrolling the ground and filling up the caches, someone needs to do it. Burke knew the others helped, the caches were especially helpful for the priestess that was now a mother. The tank of a male was certain to stay far away from them. He wasn't a fan of little squealing babies and he would hate to 'accidentally' kill one. Then Meldresi would never have him, ever. She was a mother and mothers dislikes death of their children. He remembered their wrath.

Once the male walked past the border he caught an unknown scent crossing into their lands. It wasn't that of a wolf? But it also seemed like it was? Burke was eagerly investing the smell when the scent became stronger. His cold blue eyes looked up and spotted the dark.. dog. He preyed on a few of them. Useless things. Once he spotted the carcass in the other's mouth Burke let out a deafening snarl. His tank like body moved between her and the border. "Where do you think you are going with that?"