Blackfeather Woods Life's a bitch and so are you.

Burke followed her, he had nothing better to do, he needed that food for Malice after all. "That is great to hear," he returned. Then at least he could be around her without this girl prying into what happened. He had trouble enough sharing it with Malice and what he was going through. The male was quite done with feeling so hurt, but he couldn't stop it.

It was clear that his nose was getting older, because he did not pick up the faint scent of the raccoon until she pointed it out. He trotted up so he was walking next to her, though not too close there was quite some space between them. His docked this up, something that happened automatically.