Otter Creek Decode me

Burke shifted his hind legs from under his belly so he was starting to hang more towards his side. His pale eyes casually glanced at the female. He liked that he could just verbally spar with this lady, without needing an actual sparring session because he offended her with his words. The large male looked like a warrior but he didn't always fought his way out of things. The tank of a male was ambitious, yes, but a tad lazy too. "Well, I am from Black Feather Woods. How about you?," he spoke, curious to see her reaction. They had a reputation after all.

He wanted to add that he wasn't one of the crazy ones, but then again, if he would say that the female would probably think he was crazy after all. Burke rubbed his front paws at bit against his muzzle and even tried to rub the side of his head against his paws. The drying blood was clotting his fur. It was the same thing when mud dries. On his legs he was fine but on his head Burke disliked it. That was the only downside. He missed grooming sessions, which he was ver secretly a sucker for.