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It appeared she meant something different than she had implied. A peace treaty was a different thing than alliance, in Cicero's eyes. Where an alliance was involved wolves would need to back each other up, help each other survive if need be, whereas a peace treaty simply meant that they did not bother each other. And the latter was exactly what Blackfeather Woods, in Cicero's opinion, was already doing. She asked for his leaders, and since he had already robbed so much information from her, Cicero decided to oblige. Besides, Burke had never been very private about his rank and stature within the pack's ranks, and so Cicero did not think he would mind if his name was given for diplomatic reasons.

"Burke is Blackfeather's Alpha," he said. After a short pause he realised that they had two leaders now and added: "And its Beta is called Nemesis." She was perhaps not first to spring to his mind when he thought of a Beta, but soon she would be, and until then he respected her authority, so long as she showed him the respect that he deserved, too.

His own query brought forth the reaction that he had hoped for. The sinking expression in her eyes made Cicero feel glad, because it meant that he had struck gold. It was much jucier than he could have imagined, and he wondered what would bring a wolf to such a task. He had never do anything but appreciate and love his own mother. "Why did Malice do it?" he could not help but ask, a curious twinkle in his eyes. Passion, he guessed, something that had been taken from her, perhaps, an edge that she had been thrown over. Whatever it was, he wanted to know, and forgot to hide his neverending thirst for knowledge, gossip and, most of all, understanding the wolf psyche for a moment.