Greatwater Lake won't you share this jam with me?

The lake was closest to Blackfeather Woods, and Cicero enjoyed keeping close tabs on it to see who passed it. When he noticed a wolf in the distance just as he scouted about, his attention was therefore immediately drawn towards the stranger. Wind brought him the scent of Malice as Cicero approached, which put him at ease somewhat. He had had pleasant conversation with Malice — though she intrigued him and he wished to find out more about her and her pack — he held no qualms with her.

The other wolf was alert, doubtlessly already noting Cicero's arrival. Cicero remained neutral, his body exuding calm. "Hello, wolf of Malice," Cicero greeted, a thin smile on his face. He did not enjoy being around males much, the fear still embedded somewhere inside, but knowing that he was one of Malice's put him to ease enough to approach and start conversation.