Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth sat and puffed out his chest. He was sure Burke would be impressed, after all Macbeth practically saved his life right? Turns out that wasn't quite the case for the dark male and his proud smile fell as Burke sarcastically told him to use his nose. Stupid! Why didn't he just do that? Maybe he was too hung up on trying to impress the alpha that all he was actually managing to do was make himself look stupid. It was interesting to learn about the mire though and 'will-o'-the-wisps', almost immediately he lowered his nose to the ground like a sniffer dog and made his way slowly along the floor, concentration straining across his face.

Suddenly he pulled his nose away from the ground and then stuck it straight back down there exclaiming "Oh! There's one!" He continued to skim the ground with his nose. "Oh look, there's another...don't walk there." He pointed at a nearby swamp with his nose not unlike a pointer dog.