Blackfeather Woods New blood

Macbeth flicked his ears as she walked over and shook his coat clean of dust and dirt. He found himself subconsciously still smelling the air, breathing it all in, still exploring through sight and scent. Her smell was new to him though, he mustn't have come across any of the areas she frequented until now. She said hello to him and told him what she heard of him. He smiled at her again and flicked his tail curiously behind him. "Have you now sweetheart?" He paused and weighed her up for a moment, then continued. "Then you heard right. Name's Macbeth, and you are?" He sat down patiently awaiting an answer, not threatening, just curious and mildly amused.