Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth listened to Burke intently as he explained the history of the pack, nodding in the all the right places, not wanting to be caught out again like he was earlier. This time at least it was easier as he was actually genuinely interested in what the alpha had to tell him. At the mention of children, Macbeth was caught off guard somewhat, he had trouble imagining such a tank of a wolf as a gentle father. He was sure Burke was of course, but it was just difficult to see. Yet Burke only skimmed over the Dark Brotherhood, seemingly not wanting to give too much away. Yet, just the mention of a possible job for him almost made him tingle with excitement. He had a place again. A feeling he remembered from his mother as pup but hadn't really felt since. Of course he felt somewhat accepted with his last tribe, but still more like a cog in a machine, a well-oiled machine, but still a machine.

He snapped out from his daydreaming as they entered the mire and put himself on high alert again. "Yeah, I'm up for it", he told Burke as he started sniffing the ground and using a single front paw to check the ground in front of him, tapping it lightly in front of Burke. If anyone was going to fall into anything, bet it be him than the alpha. He dreaded to think of what awaited him back in civilisation if he returned without the leader and his time in the pack would help either, all suspicion would fall directly on him and paying with his life would not be out of the question.

On looking around the place he found something that might help. "Hey look at this." He used his head to motion towards a pile of rocks to his right and carefully padded over to them. "Maybe we can use these for safety, look." He picked on up in his jaws and flung it as far as he could. It land a few yards ahead of them where it sat for a moment before it started slowly disappearing under muddied snow. "Lucky, that eh?"