Blackfeather Woods New blood

Macbeth flicked his ears and furrowed his brow at her laugh as he listened to her, genuinely interested in where to find this new delectable dinner. He had never heard of this mire before so he shook his head although it did seem an odd place to have as a favourite. In his experience, fields and forests were favourite places, his was the forest here. Sheltered, shaded, he felt safe here, even now. "What's it like there? Is there something...different about, or special? Well apart from the food of course!"