Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

It was time for yet more exploration, as it ever seemed to be of late. Cicero was weary, yet he could not allow his paws to rest too much. He stayed near Blackfeather Woods this time, for it made him feel at ease. He knew that it was misplaced, this feeling of safety, for it wasn't like half a day's travel meant that he would be safe to run from whoever aimed to harm him. So far, however, Cicero had only run into females, and he did not mind overly much. There was little, after all, that those could do to harm him. Little that he would not enjoy, anyway, for it was not pain that he feared.

Today, the Scout was enjoying exploration. He had still not yet seen Damien after his return to the Woods, and knew that the time for him to do so drew near. While lost in thoughts stepping through the Bramblewood, Cicero stepped into a clearing and only then did the scent of another wolf enter his nostrils. He froze and looked around the clearing, where he soon identified the curled up form of a ruddy wolf. Cicero stood still and waited, wondering if the ruddy sleeper was awake or in deep slumber; and if he'd seen Cicero, too.