Blackfeather Woods The Grand Tour

Sorry for the lateness!

She sent Macbeth a sidelong look, which answered for itself. She had planned on showing him around anyways, she didn't need the stammering mess. Though, she wouldn't blame him if he felt somewhat intimidated by her presence alone ,it happened quite often. Just because she looked like the devil in sheeps clothing didn't mean she necessarily was.

Yet, the next of his statements caused her to think. Impressions lasted a lifetime, in her opinion. Regularily, she worked to keep up her reputation though it was not for the reasoning that she cared what other's thought about her. It was to make sure she didn't slip, that her soul would never return light again. "Well, for starters I hope you understand that privacy is valued here," she began, wanting to get that out of the way before he poked his nose where it wasn't wanted. "We do not enter the Alpha den without permission, simple etiquette," She trusted that he knew what manners were, though one could never know for sure. "The same rule applies to all marked resting quarters though this is no different to any other pack," 

Instantly, she remembered Redgrove, the resting place of their Dark Queen. "Never, shall you enter Redgrove, by the title you can probably guess how to spot it. Jt is the final resting place for our late Dark Queen and Priestess, mate to Burke. I assure you, if you go anywhere near it, we will know," The graveness of her voice indicated the outcome if he were to ignore these rules.