Blackfeather Woods don't you know

 @Xan :)

The arrival of Kove and his son had not gone unnoticed to Cicero. He did not meddle with them much, so far, although he knew it was one of many things he could do — maybe even should do — now that he and Damien were back as full parts of the pack, and all of the Grimnir-business was done with. However, Cicero, like many other things he should do, did not do this particular thing. He had not seen Kove since they were in Bearclaw Valley, and even then their meeting had been brief. Now he was back as part of the pack and brotherhood, and Cicero did not know what to think. He thought little of it; maybe he just did not care enough to devote an opinion to it.

Cicero sniffed the dried up blood near wolfskull, which he had visited for reasons he could not decipher himself. Perhaps to reminisce the time he and Damien shared, or to remind himself not to underestimate a beast like Grimnir next time. With Damien's vindictive nature, surely at some point someone would slip up and there may be a next time. He would need more poison. Cicero lifted his head from the ground and turned away from wolfskull's entrance then, though he had no idea where he was headed through the dark forest.