Moonlight on water

Burke thought about her words for a brief moment. The brute never thought about the wolves being bad or good. He didn't care if they were good or bad natured. He wanted them off their lawn. The large male raised his tail at the thought, along with his head. He slowly shook it from left tot right in a slow calm manner. "Neither of the two," he returned. "One doesn't care if one is a good natured or bad. Anyone who isn't in our closest circle is not tolerated. They might be evil geniuses or deranged ones we have in the pack ourselves. Still. If they have not politely knocked on our door for permission to join they are intruders."

The pale blue eyed male casted his eyes to the smaller female. He would never be tired of fighting. He could achieve his Outrider trade inside the borders of Black Feather Woods. "Nor do I see wolves as good or bad. No one is entirely pure hearted. There is always some grey," he pointed out.