Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth, completely off in his own world of which we was the one with the biggest head, actually had no idea that Burke could cross the swamp without him and thought himself doing the Alpha a great favour and he swelled with pride at the thought of such an honour. Bless. As they walked further inward, Burke advised him he could scent mark too and that he should. He could not help but wear a small look of confusion, wasn't it just the leaders that got to do that? Their pack, their scent sort of thing? 

He stopped at looked up then opened his mouth to ask, but quickly closed it again. A good warrior never questioned his orders, but he followed them, without question and without complaint. "Can do, sir" and he proceeded to do so, marking at regular intervals as the pair walked on. "So is there a reason for your visit today? Or are we just marking our territory? I know you said you wanted to patrol, but what I mean is has there been an trouble, or trespassers?" He was really hoping the answer was yes, he could use a bit of action.