Blackfeather Woods Say Goodbye everyone

When the howl sounded, Cicero had been too far to come quick. Not that he was as adept at medicine as Meldresi and Potema had been — far from it. The Scout came to the scene and waited by the frays while he saw everyone that had gathered. He looked at the wolf upon the ground, realising that it was too late to change anything, anyway.

Like a statue, Cicero lingered near the side of the scene, in the shadows, watching the others fuss over their deceased Blackfeather wolf. A nameless, faceless wolf to Cicero, one he did not know, but the fuss around him showed Cicero that he must have been a valuable part of Blackfeather Woods.