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A new wolf was talking to one of his sons, Cicero deduced from the scents before he stumbled upon the two in physical form. Ragged ears swiveled forward in silent question as he approached the pair of them, though catching no words spoken. Vaati's scent was fresh upon this wolf, and though Cicero did not trust Vaati's judgement as he had Damien's or Potema's or Burke's, he was fine with his leadership. Someone had to do it, and Cicero surely was not willing to do it, regardless of whether he was fit. Neither was Potema, or anyone. Vaati was as good as any at this moment, though Cicero didn't know the boy that well.

"Greetings," Cicero shared as he looked from Ramsay to the new wolf. "Cicero." He dipped head briefly, assuming to receive introductions back. His body remained neutral, as he did not have any need or desire for hierarchy.