Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

is it okay to press the date of this forward to present time due to Cicero's age and that he hasn't started exploring much until recently? :-) 

Cicero had gone out to explore on his own. His interest had been piqued by Swiftcurrent Creek because the territory was very picturesque and bright; while darkness had its uses, Cicero enjoyed seeing things that were different from Blackfeather Woods. He'd spent the night sleeping in a hollow log just big enough to fit all of him -- although Meldresi's children were nearly full-sized in height, Cicero remained small and thin -- and awoke when he heard the sounds of another wolf making his way through the territory.

Cicero's hackles rose in automatic response, and he peeked out of the log to see the white wolf. Cicero did not recognise him, and crawled out of the log. He kept his head low and body language neutral as he half-circled around the white wolf before making his presence known. "Hi white wolf." The Blackfeather youth waited for the wolf's response, his tail twitching nervously, for it was not often that he met a stranger in neutral territory and he had yet to find out whether most were hostile or friendly.