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Upon the girl's defensive statement that he might be a spy, Cicero could not suppress a chortle. "And if Cicero was a spy, what would he do with information about how the pack is called or how it came to be? " There was no derisiveness in his voice -- he was merely amused at her defensive mannerisms. His mismatched eyes danced with genuine amusement, something that was rare for Cicero these days.

"In a way, though, are wolves not all spies of some sort? A wolf will rarely not use garnered information to their advantages, and so any question is, in a way, a spy's." Cicero pursed his lips, finding pleasure in the conversation thus far. He awaited her reply, hoping that she would see his words for what they were -- philosophical casual chatter -- and not as a confession of any sort.