Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

Since Cicero did not yet hunt -- the age that he would go on hunting trips where he would actually join the adults in the hunt rapidly approached but was not yet upon him -- or at least could not kill anything if he did not happen to luckily come across a wounded animal, he did not bring any food. Cicero still mostly ate regurgitated meat, though he was beginning to transition to solid foods now that he was a little over three months of age.

Cicero was nearby enough when his mother called, aware that an activity would take place, so he was swiftly by her side. He saw Twist and a wolf he didn't recognise. Cicero waited along the edges of the meeting, waiting from the shadows in uncharacteristic stoic silence -- for those who had met him before knew him to be excited, playful and always full of laughter -- for other wolves to arrive.