Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Gah I'm such a fool - but Mac was totally not listening properly ;) lol

Burke talked of a second trade to Macbeth, but to be honest, he really had no idea what he might do outside something that didn't involve violence somehow. Maybe he would give that some thought though, not right now, he had far too much to focus on with his two week trial and mercenary duties, plus he wasn't really one for multi-tasking. Brute strength he could do, things that required brain power though took him a little longer to manifest. Which was an excellent reason for why he was worried that Burke's faith in him hopefully would not be mis-placed. Besides the fact that he didn't want another fall into the mire, he also didn't want to show himself up in front of the alpha...well again that was after he caught out for not listening too. He screwed his face up into an apology and offered no excuse as he didn't have one.

They both headed off in the direction of the swamp together and Mac thought this the perfect time to learn some of the pack history. "So, Burke, anything I need to know about the pack I mean how did you guys start out, is there anything I should know? I'm kinda liking this Dark Brotherhood idea from what I've heard, kinda think it could be quite nifty to be an assassin." He play bowed, wiggled his butt in the air and faux pounced. He just had far too much energy today.