Blackfeather Woods A stick can save a life.

Border post

It was quite a misty morning. The cold was slowly settling in and it was a warning that winter would set in soon. On the edge of the forest the winds were stronger than inside and there was one lone figure moving through the misty lands. This part of the woods weren't often marked since the swamp was enough of a barricade. Burke still liked to be through and do some marking so stupid loners would be warned. Burke let out a howl for any wolf that wanted to join him. Going in the swamps wasn't something you wanted to do on your own. 

Sometimes even weird lights would appear, caught your attention. The trick was that those wisps were gases, the gases came from the earth somewhere, yet if someone would walk towards it they could soon be stuck in the quicksand layered with a inch of water. The mud would suck you into the ground and not be able to get out with help. Burke was carrying a big branch, basically his safety vest.