Malice had been able to travel more, leaving Sage in charge. She felt like the young girl liked her spot as a beta, and Malice liked wandering off sometimes. She trusted the obsidian girl, as she had been able to handle the pack all on her own while Malice was talking to Burke. She felt like she needed to thank Cicero, even though Burke didn't agree with her on that. He had said she could've easily done it alone. But if someone is willing to do something for you, the least thing you could do is say thank you. At least, that's how Malice thought about it. Her other goal was to apologize to Nemesis, not only because she knew that she had been wrong, but because she didn't want to have enemies in Burke's pack. Burke, though big and scary, seemed like a nice and calm man if you were able to break through his bubble.

Spring made the queen's thoughts focus on something more than just wandering farther and farther. She wanted to meet others, possibly recruit some if they were interested. But of all the wolves she could've ran into, it was the young boy who she was looking for. She stopped in her tracks, observing the black and white wolf as he limped in the direction of the Dark Brotherhood. What had happened to the poor boy? A worried face appeared on the dark female's face, walking after him, just a little faster than him to catch up. 

Cicero? What a coincidence that I find myself running into you again. She called out to him, hoping he would stop to let her say what she really wanted to say.

Malice caught up with the young boy, first taking a good couple seconds to stare at his wounds. What had he gotten himself into? While no healer or even someone with just the slightest idea of what herbs could do, she could see that the wounds were pretty painful. She wondered if Veritas could fix him up, though found it unnecessary to ask. The more developed pack, Dark Brotherhood, was sure to have a good healer. At least, that's what she thought.

Her gaze darted to his bi-colored eyes as he talked as if he didn't look like he had come straight out of battle. Darn it, if she had only the slightest idea of what she could do for him, she would do it without hesitating. She needed to thank him for his deeds, but this wasn't going to work. Her only knowledge of herbs were the things Veritas had told her, and that wasn't much. He asked her how the meeting went and she was happy to say that it had gone pretty good. It was definitely interesting, and we have come to a peaceful agreement. Thank you for carrying the message to Burke, I mean it. If there is anything I could do for you in return, you know where to find me. She said, almost sighing, relieved to have reached one of her goals.

Now, back to him. What had the young boy done to get these painful looking wounds? But what has happened to you? Who is the one who did that to your leg? She asked, a worried look on her ying-yang face as she pointed at the wound on his leg with her muzzle.

Malice shook her head when Cicero mentioned Nemesis. She already knew that she had to be wary of her, even feared her a bit, but she wouldn't show it to anyone. If she even feared the beta of the dark pack, she was likely to seem weak. The wolves around her could never know about how frightened she was, except for Burke. She had acted so scared at their meeting, because she was genuinely frightened of him. He seemed to be more calm and sophisticated than Nemesis, but the aura he carried, the way he spoke all triggered the urge to flee for Malice. I only find her presence to be mildly annoying. Thanks for the warning though, I'll be sure to choose my words carefully around her. She said full confidence. Even seeming weak in front of the young boy, who she truly liked, was unthinkable. Perhaps he would even see right through her bluffs, though she had become one of the better liars in her former pack. Not that she liked lying though, not anymore.

their conversation went in the direction she was hoping for again, though the answer she got was a tricky one. She thought that one could only fight with someone when they were seeking revenge, a new land or all the other reasons wolves fought. About food, about just the smallest things, but never had she thought relief was one of them. She stared at him dumbfounded, actually hoping he would tell more about his fight with a wolf that needed relief, but unable to ask. She wondered that if the wounds were not treated, they would get infected, so now she had two things to worry about. This wolf he could do such things to a nice young boy, and the young boy himself. Do you have someone who can... Fix you? She asked, not knowing which term healers used for treating wounds.

Malice raised an eyebrow at the truly wise words the young male was speaking. She hadn't thought about it like that, so it was a good thing she was lying a bit in the first place. She definitely was scared of the other dark female, just not as much as Burke. Perhaps you are right. Dang it, yet another male of the Dark Brotherhood that was wiser than her. She hated to admit it, but this young, weird speaking, bi-colored eyed boy was making more sense than she had ever made in her whole life. Fine, I shall take your words of wisdom and keep my guard up around Nemesis.

The words spoken next surprised her even more. she had no idea that Cicero had knowledge of herbs. Would it be rude to ask for him to teach her a bit about it? Yes, yes it definitely would in her eyes. The boy had done enough for her already, and now she was just keeping him up while he was in pain. Well, I guess I should go home then. Or do you want me to bring you safely to the Blackfeather Woods? Despite him being wiser than her, she felt protective of the young fella. Besides, perhaps she would finally meet Nemesis again there. That would be like 2 birds with one stone.