sometimes quiet is violent

Just so you know I feel so bad for writing this. :P Poor JD.

Burke kept on running confidently on the same pace. Eventually her black coat mingled perfectly with the dark background. Burke was limited to his nose and ears. Not that it worried him. This female was not going to escape his clutches. His mindset was on the hunt. It would only make it so much more fun when he caught her. Burke's evenly breathed pants filled the air. The tank made an emergency stop once he ran over the place where the female slipped. He turned back to sniff it out. A low growl came from his muzzle before continuing to track her in a quickly paced trot.

His docked tail was up and moving, showing his eager mindset. The brute followed her pawprints in the snow along with her scent. "You reek of fear, silly girl," he pointed out once he was close. He came closer to the tree and then popped his head around it. "Booooh," his monotone voice tried to startle her for another chase. His ice blue eyes staring her down. "Are you ready to take your punishment or do you want to run one last time?," the male snarled.