Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

The other spoke, and gradually the silent snarl faded, and the boy eased into emotionless stillness once more. He sought to join, and a rather poor job he had done of it at first. But his darkness was all too intriguing,  and though the boy was interested, very much so, should this male prove a threat to the Brotherhood he would not be hospitable in the slightest.

but suddenly there came the patchwork skeleton of a wolf, the one by the name of Cicero. The boys demeanor did not change, greeting the other merely with a silent flicker of his eyes. His words were no longer needed, and this the boy fell silent and merely watched, one of his favorite activities.