Bearclaw Valley things are going to be different around here

i'm not really sure how long cicero & co are in BCV for but i wanted to get some of y'all ic while he's here so here, have a cicero!

Cicero wondered how his siblings would respond to the rule of Raziel. Surely they would remember Cicero's words when they had spat upon Raziel's paws, only to find him the ruler of the pack they visited now. Perhaps his arrogant brother and sister would consider not only Cicero's poisons, but his words, too, of worth in the future. Cicero was particularly curious for Damien's response to Raziel: would he lay on the ground and roll over if need be, or would he get into a fight, lose to the older and more experienced Alpha of Bearclaw Valley, and droop on home with his tail between his legs, where he would continue to be an arrogant jackass? What Cicero would have given to be a fly on the wall when they met up...

When Cicero happened upon the new Alpha of Bearclaw Valley, there was another wolf with him, which submitted properly. Cicero did not submit as deeply as the Bearclaw Valley inhabitant, but he let his tail hang loosely at his hocks and lowered his head appropriately to show that he respected Raziel's rule. Had he known the male a bit better, Cicero would have licked his chin; but as things were he didn't feel it appropriate or necessary.

Cicero caught the tail end of what Raziel said and he nodded curtly to acknowledge both the submissive wolf as well as the Valley's new Alpha. Cicero hoped that Scarlett's invitation would be extended throughout Raziel's reign; there were yet territories in the vicinity of the Valley Cicero wished to explore, and he hoped to see Scarlett's pups when they were old enough to be seen.

Only after the other wolf -- Adlartok, Cicero deducted from what he caught from Raziel's words -- would have answered Raziel, Cicero would speak, waiting for space in the conversation. "Cicero wonders if Raziel will make Damien and Potema eat their own words now," he could not help but notice, an amused grin on Cicero's face. While he did not wish ill upon his siblings, it pleased Cicero to think of their smug faces being pushed into the dirt as an affirmation of how right Cicero had been upon the day they entered Bearclaw Valley.