Wapun Meadow Thunder & Lightning

Nothing but a hum came from Scarlett's lips, while she had been talkactive before. Cicero did not consider it might have been something he had said -- or not said. He simply sat and enjoyed being in company of another that could be trusted, for as far as he knew. It allowed him a moment of relaxation in the dangerous wilds. Cicero knew he could not relax out here as he could within Blackfeather's borders, after all.

While he watched the beautiful thunder, Cicero thought of all they had spoken of. He wondered if it was because his view was too skewered, too coloured in already to see, that he did not consider Meldresi nor any of his pack's members -- bar Grimnir -- that he had met so far to be dark wolves with bad intentions. Perhaps it was not what Scarlett had meant to say, but it was what she had intended. Was it that he could not see the darkness because he was too close upon it, because they liked him? Or was it because he, himself, was too dark to see what was good and bad? Cicero did not know, and it confused him, although he did not speak of it.

Instead of speaking of his thoughts, Cicero joined in on Scarlett's hum, trying to follow her tone height to make their soft song sound nice.