Blackfeather Woods so be it (PACK QUEST /DISCOVERY THREAD)

She did not answer right away, clouding her actions in words of fluff. Introductions that were meaningless. Her name did not matter. No one's names mattered. When they died, if no one was around, all that was left were bones and flesh, and no one would care for their name. At least Cicero would not. He did not care for this wolf, for he did not even know her.

The wolf ran off then, and as she went to the tree, Cicero turned his back upon the place. He walked away from the clearing, into the woods, the dark woods. He did not really want to leave the place of lightness, for he still had the ambition to be more than he was now -- to be pure, to be light -- but there was nothing he could do about it.

He was a dark wolf, a dark soul, and he would never change. All he could do was accept it.

And so, with anger still burning in his body -- for perhaps the first time in his life -- Cicero crossed the boundary from the infested tree back into the dark Woods. He did not walk fast, with enough time for Ayana to catch up to him if she wanted to, and his head light and chaotic.