Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

So sorry for the uber late-ness - won't happen again I promise - been busy creating a new business with my friend

It took a few moments but Macbeth finally twigged at what was going was going on here. He was not being deliberately ignored as he he first thought, but this creature had trouble speaking. The dark wolf found this quite curious, he'd never come across a mute before, is that what they're called? Mute? He mused to himself before snapping back into reality. "Ohhh I get it, you can't speak can you?" He smiled, pleased with himself for having worked it out in what he thought was a quick amount of time. Poor nieve Mac. Then suddenly he furrowed his brow and realised he was being laughed at. How rude! "Heeeey! Stoppit!"