Blackfeather Woods The Grand Tour

My latness was worse so don't worry about it ;)

There was a long pause before she obliged in which Macbeth swallowed nervously. Nemesis certainly lived up to her namesake, even he was intimidated by her presence. She was beautiful to him but it was a dark beauty, drawing him in, but it wasn't lust, he was fascinated by her. This all ran through his mind as he waited for her response. Her tone was firm but fair when she replied and he nodded and each single piece of advice diligently. He couldn't help but wonder exactly how they would know where he would been, especially if he covered his scent, but something told him it was not worth finding out.

"Ok, stay out of Redgrove, got it. How about the other places round 'ere? Any tip on where I can make a decent den?"