Otter Creek Decode me

Burke slowly nodded with that smirk on his face. When he traveled to Teekon it had been like that. Maybe the wolves closer to Black Feather would know it wasn't true. Burke wasn't going to find out. He was quite comfortable in Black Feather ranks to leave them again. There was something now about the large male. The red paw print on his shoulder. He was a dark brother now. Not just any member but one who had an extra secret club. There were several ranks, assassin, spy or priest. He might go for the priest. Priest Burke. He liked the sound of that. "Well, those are rumors, I cannot confirm or deny if she is really practicing witchcraft." Although his alpha did seem good with herbs.

The large male studied how the female got closer and moved away from him once more. Somehow it amused him. It told him that the female indirectly might be intimidated by him. Burke's pink tongue licked over his lips. "I can think of a few things," he grinned. "But, for now. It is a gift from me. I would not want my verbal sparring partner to die of hunger," he bantered back, the lighter dots on his brow wiggling up and down.