Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Burke trotted on with the stick in his mouth, they were almost all the way through to the swamps. He nodded with the stick in his mouth when Macbeth spoke about the borders. He was pleased that he got it. Border maintenance was extremely important. Once neglected it would make their lands very unsafe to live in. The large male was pleased when he placed one of his feet on dryer land. He dropped the stick and then turned to MacBeth to answer his question he asked.

Burke quirked up his lips as he looked at the male that asked him so hesitantly. "Why don't you kill a wolf and you come tell me how you felt," he returned to the male. He could tell how he experienced it but Macbeth might experience it. Burke thought it would be a nice little assignment for their newest member. He needed his members to have some darkness and maybe this would bring Macbeth closer to that darkness. With that piece of advice Burke nodded the male goodbye, finding that this patrol had come to an end.