sometimes quiet is violent

Burke let out a wicked smirk when he saw how startled and in fear the mutt looked. He disregarded the rabbit falling on the ground. His eyes were kept on the intruder. His lip curled over his upper teeth, showing off the sharp fangs in his mouth. Burke was used to killing. This dog would be like swatting a fly. The female was weak, underfed and would die soon anyways. Usually Burke was calm of mind but he disliked the fact that someone took what was not theirs to take. The dog had gotten some really bad luck, on top of being abandoned by humans.

"Oh no you are not. This pack doesn't make intruders leave," he pointed out. The large grey had heard the story of Star now, he knew what happened to the Swift Current Girl. He wasn't going to let a dog take away their food and then have them comeback to scavenge more. He had to eliminate the source immediately. The wolf followed her every move. He wasn't going to let her escape. Death would be the only way to go.