Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth tipped his head at Burke's greeting and was pleased to finally know the name of his leader, that was one less awkward thing for him to get manage. Burke seems to Mac to be impressed with his patrol. The young wolf held back a grin at being somewhat more accepted than he felt before. "Yes s- I mean Burke. It's all I know really, so I hope it comes in handy for you guys." However Mac could not help but give a small nervous twitch at the mention of the swamps. Hew knew all too well the dangers of the mire after he had thrown himself into there with Venus. It was a good job she was there or he might have been lost to their currently frozen depths forever. "Yeah, I'm ready. I know how dangerous those swamps can be, nearly took a turn for worst in there myself t'other day." He look at Burke and his stick. "Is that what the stick is for? I'm guessing it ain't for a game of fetch?" He asked somewhat jovially.