Whitewater Gorge new pack on the block

Curious. Cicero liked that; curious wolves were interesting wolves to him, and he looked forward to meeting more of her pack so that he could beter make an assessment of his own on the capacities of their wolves. The next thing she said was curious, however; in Cicero's experience, wolves were never equal. "There are no ranks, then?" he asked, imagining there could not be, if the were all equal. She did say 'despite our ranks', so perhaps they had them; but if they did, what use were they if they went unused among each other? No, he reminded himself, she had introduced herself as Alpha. There were ranks. "Who makes sure the other wolves listen when the Alpha gives command, if all are equal?" he asked phisolophically, always enjoying giving things thought and theorising. The pack was new, so perhaps it had not been in order yet; perhaps time would tell what would actually happen, and if there'd be a revolt in his theoretic case.

Malice asked for his pack and rank, and considering what she had given him, Cicero did not feel shy sharing it. "Cicero is Gamma in Blackfeather Woods. It's where he was born." He had never called his pack the Dark Brotherhood; to him, that was something different than his pack, even if nowadays the Brothehood encompassed all that lived within the dark woods. "Cicero was born there. Is Malice from around?" He doubted it, since she was as full of questions as he was; she sounded more like she had come from elsewhere and knew little to nothing yet of the region.