Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Macbeth was impressed to hear of the lack of trespassers in these lands, although that would make his job of impressing Burke much harder if there were no rogue wolves to chase away. One thing he did remember though was the first day he arrived and seeing those bodies marking the borders, so it would appear that loners had tried to gain false entry and quickly been smote down, potentially by Burke himself. "So, dry borders daily, wet weekly and full patrol monthly, got it." He banked the information away in his mind.

There was no doubt with Macbeth that could kill if he needed to but that said, having never taken a life before he was curious as to what it was like to watch the life leave another wolf's eyes and watch their life get extinguished and to know you did that. He swallowed, almost nervous to ask. "So...erm...what's it like? Ya know, I mean, killing another..erm...another wolf?"