Greatwater Lake i won't let you suffer

Cicero had a couple questions for Luke. "Luke is not from any pack," he said, grinning. Though he mimicked Cicero by referring to himself in the third person, it was meant only as friendly jest and not mockery, and he wagged his tail along with the words. "Not yet, anyway. My friend will be founding one in the future and I've agreed to join her." He paused then, considering what he knew and what he could tell the black and white boy.

He had wandered, seen many places and met many faces, but the blue-nosed wolf had not been on a tactical mission to gather as much intel as he could and so really, had not much to offer. He was not even sure exactly what Cicero was wanting to know. Was he curious as to what sort of territories were around? What other packs there were? Did his pack not know their neighbors?

"As for the area..." he began, but paused again. "Well, what is it you wanted to know, exactly? I mean I've done some exploring but that's about it."