Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

also quick extra post to react to what happened :) and derpderp, i must have mixed lusa and twist up yeah, sorry! :P

More stories were told, and Cicero listened silently and with interest to each of them.

When the adult wolf -- the only one coloured differently than the other wolves here, the wolves he knew, the black, white and grey ones -- snarled at his mother, Cicero watched the wolf with interest. He did not respond, not even when the wolf snarled at his sister. When the wolf left the clearing, Cicero said, "Wolf not with pack?" He turned his question to Meldresi, tilting his head as he looked at her. Conclusively, Cicero added, "Wolf is leaves pack?", because to him, that seemed like the only logical conclusion of the storming off in the midst of a meeting. Cicero lowered his head and whispered secretively to himself,  "leaves Cicero's pack."

Then the child looked up again, a smile ever present on his face, as he seemed untouched by the display of teeth all around; the teeth were, after all, not pointed in his direction. Now that this was over with, it was back to storytelling time; the rude departure of the wolf had long been forgotten by Cicero.