Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Burke nodded shortly. In Black Feather he let everyone who wanted to be a guardian mark the borders. This way it would be a check up if the guardians did their work and he would know his pack mates better with who is who. They were a pack and if he were to mark the borders alone he could keep on walking. The male marked along with the subordinate until he asked a question. Burke had to place the stick down again to answer. "These borders aren't trespassed at all or at least not that often. The dry borders as I call them I do daily, and these wet borders weekly. I'd like loners to remind that we are here," he pointed out. "Once a month I do a patrol around the whole of Black Feather and our neighboring territories just to check what is happening there, also scouting for herds."

Burke had been an alpha for a long time, not only at Black Feather but before that time too. He knew how to manage a pack and was becoming quite knowledgable at it. Especially during his time before Black Feather, though this pack had quite its dramatics too while he was here. But seeing that he was a year in this pack and in the upper ranks 9 months of that year period he knew how Black Feather worked. "Usually wolves stay clear of our borders and when they don't we use their bodies as markers at our border," he stated. "They know, and if they don't then they are stupid enough that they deserve to be killed."