Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

He may not have been sophisticated, but he was honest, and Cicero could appreciate that, at least. The wolf invited him to a spar or a game of tag, but the thought of colliding physically with the male did not bring joy to Cicero's heart. "No," he answered coolly, clearly not on board with the idea, and his mismatched eyes sought contact with Thatcher's in warning not to try anything funny.

"Is Thatcher from a pack?" asked Cicero, out of mere curiosity, but also because he could perhaps be provided with information for Blackfeather Woods. He doubted it, considering how this wolf was so far, but one never knew.

When the question was answered negatively, Cicero decided to turn around and make his way back to Blackfeather; this guy didn't know stuff about Redhawk Caldera, and he was far from Dark Brotherhood material.