Blackfeather Woods so be it (PACK QUEST /DISCOVERY THREAD)

Cicero looked content, washed free of his usual stoicism (a trait he had not chosen to adopt, but a trait that had found him nevertheless after a childhood full of smiles), as he stared at the light and the foxes. He didn't care much for the foxes, but somehow they made the world seem brighter, like the rays of light that danced down from the canopy, washing this little part of Blackfeather Woods in its purity.

"Cicero wants to be pure, too," the adolescent admitted, to no one in particular. His head was clouded, and yet everything had never seemed more clear than it was now. "Is the wolf one of them? Is she dark like them?" Cicero stared at the girl as he got up, intently, the content look on his face falling off, replaced by an expression wrought in anger.

He didn't choose to be this way. It was this place. It had shaped him, made him. It fed him the thoughts, the darkness. It made him believe there was no option in life other then darkness... Until now. Everything was clouded, and yet everything had never seemed more clear.