Blackfeather Woods i'm never changing who i am

There was still a limp to his step as Cicero finally crossed Blackfeather Woods' borders, his right front leg marred with scabs that betrayed his scuffle. They would heal, he was certain, but something inside of the leg hadn't taken the beating very well and it might need some more time until it was fixed entirely. The left side of his neck and shoulder was littered with scabs and missing patches of fur too but Cicero was sure it would heal in due time; the wounds there weren't so deep that they would leave permanent damage. The wounds to his face caused by the white wolf had actually healed rather well, leaving no scars but the internal ones, though the one in his neck had reopened now after his scuffle with the ruddy wolf at the summit.

Cicero returned home with lots of information and so he did not keep to himself this time around. He wasted no time lifting his nose to call for @Burke and inform him of the mission regarding Blacktail Deer Plateau. A calm washed over Cicero in the confines of the dark forest, and he felt like he could finally rest easy and relax again. Though he loved his travels Cicero was always glad to be able to return to his home.