Blackfeather Woods don't you know

"North." Cicero did not know if he would be able to find anything, but he would at least try to go to Bearclaw Valley, then north. Perhaps he would be lucky. Perhaps not. He made no promises, knowing full well that odds were very small that he would actually find, let alone retrieve any of Xan's sisters.

Fighting with one's siblings was a natural thing as far as Cicero was concerned, and it surprised him that others would stop such a thing from occurring. Then again, his mother was Scarlett, probably the most cushioning wolf Cicero'd ever met. He indicated wanting to learn, and Cicero nodded in acceptance of the request.

"Look for Damien later," said Cicero. "As for what Cicero knows... Instinct is important. One must learn what to do, tactics and all that, but in a real fight one must simply know what to do." Cicero looked at Xan to make sure he understood. Fighting was about more than tactics. You had to repeat the tactics so often they became like a second nature. "Stand with paws apart for balance, so no one can knock Xan over." Cicero widened his stance a little to show what he meant and looked to see if Xan understood and copied his pose yet.