Blackfeather Woods New blood

It was day one in his new home and Macbeth was wandering around trying to get to know the sights, smells and important locations. Since he was only on a two week trial granted to him by the alpha he thought it not wise to start looking for a den site just yet. He had been on the road for weeks, a few more nights under the stars could not hurt, especially with all this canopy cover provided by the forest. This morning though, a low winter sun hung in the air and broke through the branches splattering the floor with light as if paint cans with just the right colours had been tipped over just the right places.

As he explored the scents, he smelt something new. Cocking his head to the side he saw a young wolf in the clearing beside him. With a dark smile he barked over to youngster "You can come over, I won't bite, not unless you ask me to anyways."