Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Burke nodded and grabbed the stick again. He was about to walk when Mac was pointing something out. The male watched without much expression on his face. His pale eyes followed the rock that was flung by the male. That was the rocky pile they often used for marking. Burke placed his large stick down again. "You also have your nose, you know? It is this nifty thing that can detect smells at the end of your muzzle," the male pointed out with light sarcasm. His pale eyes on the younger male. Somehow Mac reminded him a bit of Pietro with his silly solutions. Burke licked his lips channeling his inner mentor. 

"The grounds that are unsafe to stand on is because of the gases coming from the earth. It is also why sometimes you see will-o'-the-wisps. You will get used to it eventually, but if you keep your nose closer to the ground you can detect where it is safe to stand or not." It did take some experience, and Burke was confident that he could walk through the mire with his eye closed but sometimes you did have these undetectable pits where one never could get out from. "Besides, eventually the stones will be gone and we wouldn't have anything to mark," he pointed out to the back and white male.