Blackfeather Woods that fuzz on peaches blech

Euron went on to tell him more and Cicero nodded while he mentally mapped it all. "Moonspear is a mountain," said Cicero and, after brief pause he remembered from his travels: "And a pack." It brought Cicero little to know it was mentioned, for he didn't know whether the wolf himself was from it or if there was another reference in there, such as one of their wolves wanting harm upon Blackfeather Woods. It could go anywhere, still.

He grimaced when Euron disclosed that Potema had said that there were important things here, but that the wolves were not part of it. So cold she had become, and he knew that he was in part to blame.

Euron's garbled explanation went on, though the next bit made little sense, aside from 'not safe'; Cicero knew that there might be a time when wolves would have enough of their practises, but it turned out that there was something brewing. He at first thought Moonspear might be the pack to target them, but then Euron said something about 'Draghead Hawkera'. He recognise Redhawk Caldera in it (the other pack's name he did not know), though 'the latter' suggested that there was more than one pack mentioned. Regardless, it was important information. "Redhawk Caldera," said Cicero. "A pack nearby." Perhaps the pack that Fox had been from, he thought idly.

But the next information was interesting to know. Why would her daughters want to be safekept from this wolf, presumably from Moonspear? Cicero's tongue clicked against the back of his teeth in thought. She had never disclosed the fathers of her children. He did not know if he would ever be able to use this information, but was happy to hoard it nonetheless. "Hmm. Good to know. Well done, Euron." Cicero nodded appreciatively, not only happy for the information but proud of how well Euron grew up, too. It was odd. He had never felt pride for anyone, for anything... Not like this.