Blackfeather Woods Helping Hands

Cicero had kept to himself, working through the departure of his mother as well as his sister (albeit in a different form). It would be strange without Potema around, but at the same time, at least Damien was still here, for whom Cicero's heart most passionately flared up. He had stuck to himself, occasionally dropping by Burke and the pups he was now left to raise alone alongside being the pack's Alpha, but did not help as much as he could have. His dreams were still painted by blood and anger, and Cicero was worried for what the future would bring, ever aware of the effect his lost days may have upon the pack wolves, were they to find out.

A single dark-tipped ear turned sideways when he heard someone nearby. Someone new. Cicero slipped from the shadows and he looked at her for a while. Cicero did not announce his presence, though he would be easy to spot, considering his fut pattern. The young Melonii waited for the female to see him, not yet reacting.