Blackfeather Woods step or stone, breath or bone

Cicero had only visited the borders a few times before, and it was always with someone; with Burke when he'd been taken on a spy mission towards The Sunspire, and with Meldresi when Kove had howled to say good-bye. This was the first time that he had come to Blackfeather's borders alone. Cicero was growing rapidly, now a little over three months of age, but he did not leave Blackfeather's territory alone yet, for his mother forbade it and she was one of few wolves that Cicero attached value and respect to.


The patchwork pup did not do much more than shuffle along the borders in the safe shadows of Blackfeather's woods, until the scent of another wolf approached him on the wind. Cicero kept to the shadows, allowing the wolf to draw nearer, before he stepped out of the shades. There was a wide smile on Cicero's face -- perhaps a little too wide to seem amicable -- while he giggled under his breath. "What does funny brown wolf does on Cicero's borders?" the child asked, the wide grin on his face all the while. He had only ever seen white, black and grey wolves, but never yet brown ones (whereas he was used to scars, so the wounds did not bother him in any way), so he watched the wolf with curiosity, from the corners of his eyes, while he turned his head to the ground and whispered to himself, under his breath, "All Cicero's trees."

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