sometimes quiet is violent

The large male seemed to have awoken the fleeing side of the dog. He hadn't expected her to run this fast with her condition. His snarling stopped once she fled. Immediately Burke wanted to chase her, hunt her, kill her. Thieves were not appreciated. Her last moments in life would be lived in fear. Now, due to Burke's large size he was not the fastest, and definitely not compared to the dog.

What Burke did have was the stamina and health to keep up. Immediately he chased after her into Black Feather territory since he blocked her escape to the outside world. Hopefully she would run into the thick mud of a swamp or stumble down in hear weakness. "You can't run from me. I will have you. Mine. Mine. Mine," Burke called out. He only said those things to make her flee even more, let her use more adrenaline and tire her out completely. Burke could see the dark female in the distance. His excellent nose kept track of her fresh scent. His long legs strode after her on an even pace. He would just run her down at his own speed. She couldn't hide. He would smell her.