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It seemed to Cicero a dangerous thread that Malice was walking on to say things such as that there were basically no ranks. There were always ranks, and if one of her pack members would perhaps hear her say these words they may grow bolder and try to eventually overthrow her. While Cicero appreciated the analogy, he did not feel it was the same. A pup was helpless and needed its parents to survive, and while a wolf needed pack to survive as well, they had more of a will of their own, and more strength in their body. They could choose to revolt, whereas a revolting pup would merely kill itself along the way.

"Perhaps," Cicero mused in response, still thinking on the matter and forming an opinion. "But if Malice's wolves were to depose her, would they not be with enough capable souls not to revert back to the life of a loner?" Cicero waited, then, knowing that such words could cause offense to some — he had considered whether it was wise to speak them, but since their conversation had so far been open-hearted and he did not fear her teeth regardless, Cicero figured she would not care much. She did not see him as a threat, and so he doubted that she would see his words as a threat. They were only theories, after all, not actual plans for a mutiny.

Cicero realised that he had forgotten her question about peace earlier. He had not done so purposefully, and so he was quick to respond: "Most leave the Blackfeather wolves alone, and the Blackfeather wolves leave most alone." Some were unfortunate enough to get sucked into the darkness of the forest, but most were safe. Burke, in Cicero's eyes, was not a dark master either, which upheld the balance; he had ordered not to drag Kove's children back to the Woods, after all, and he only really lashed out at wolves that had gotten to him first. He did not wish for the world to burn; only for those who harmed his loved ones.

Malice admitted to being sent away for doing something terrible, and Cicero instantly felt curiosity befall him. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he said: "It must not have been so terrible, if they did not kill Malice for it." They had only sent her away, after all. Hints of a smile tugged at Cicero's lips to indicate that he was enjoying the conversation, and he could not help but wonder if he would find out her dark secret. He loved secrets, but dark ones were the cream of the crop.