Blackfeather Woods I wanna hate you

Upon the steps that lead towards the place where Meldresi's bones lay, Cicero found a familiar face. Cicero had kept to himself a lot of the time, but when he had gone out and found Kove close to his mother's grave, he wondered of Kove's thoughts — and fate. Burke and Kove did not get along well, from what Cicero had seen, and yet Burke was what kept Kove here. Perhaps it helped Kove that they had lost wolves as of late. Perhaps Burke would feel friendly enough. Or perhaps the only reason he had been snippy was because Meldresi's eventual death and all that he had on his plate.

Cicero pulled closer as he watched Kove, who seemed lost in thoughts. Always interested in hearing of others' turmoil — in part to help them, in part, perhaps, because it simply interested him — Cicero offered a mere nod before asking: "Something on Kove's mind today?" Perhaps he wished to speak of it, or perhaps he would act like everything was fine and cut into a different subject. Whatever the case, Cicero decided to allow him to lead the conversation where he pleased.