Blackfoot Forest i will not die

Today Cicero decided to venture out to the east, where he found the curious scent of a new pack in the area. It was far enough from Blackfeather Woods for comfort, and a mountain ridge divided them, but curiosity still pulled in the spy and compelled him to take a look.

At the frays of the territory Cicero was scouting, after descending from the mountains. He trotted, head low and nose trying to grasp what it could in terms of information, while he wondered if someone of this pack would find him sooner or later and come to greet him. He hoped they were not aggressive or overly protective, or things could get tricky, but he remained highly alert in case he was unwelcome, so that he could flee in timely fashion.

anyone from Rosings? Cicero is at the borders. (: