Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth was on the borders himself when he heard the call. He had been patrolling up and down for hours hoping to earn his place in the pack, but so far there was not even a whisper of an intruder. It looked like other wolves and indeed other creatures were smart enough to avoid this place and even though that was smart of them and somewhat admirable, it lead to a uneventful patrol for him, so he was grateful of the alpha's call.

Picking up his pace to more of a trot he quickly made his way for the source of the call. As he approached Burke he presented his neck and then bowed his head. "I was patrolling when I heard your call sir." Hopefully that would impress somewhat. "How is it I can help?" He stayed a few steps back form the large wolf just in case the help of a newcomer was not required.