Blackfeather Woods don't you know

Cicero considered a moment whether or not to help the child. He had little reason to, but the thought of being ripped from Potema and Damien struck a chord with the youth. And so he nodded, deciding to help for reasons beyond even his own knowing. "Which way did they go?" Cicero asked, wondering if Xan knew where they were at. He imagined so, but who knew? He could at least scout out where they were sometime. Bearclaw Valley was far away, but if he knew the direction they had gone into, Cicero imagined he should be able to find some things out.

As for the matter of fighting... "Not even with Xan's sisters?" Perhaps when they were littler, or perhaps only sparring, but not real fighting yet. "Xan should find Damien sometimes. He is Cicero's brother and good at fight. But Cicero could teach a thing or two." Cicero waited to see if Xan would prefer looking up Damien someplace, or if he wanted to learn from Cicero right now. In Cicero's limited experience with pups their reaction was usually 'right now', but he waited patiently for an answer.