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

The wolf of Malice seemed secretive, although Cicero could not tell for sure. The 'how are things' question was always the hardest to gauge truth upon, for many wolves lied out of politeness alone. A return question was given before Cicero could think much of it however, and he decided to simply try and throw himself at the conversation. This wolf interested him if not only because he was one of Malice's, and she interested him greatly, for she was a wolf of many layers and it had seemed so easy to carefully peel loose each layer the last time they had met. The nakedness with which she had given her replies to his carefully placed questions intrigued him greatly.

"Well, wolf of Malice, Cicero is one of Blackfeather's Scouts. He likes to keep an eye on surrounding territories. Cicero also finds Malice an intriguing and pleasant wolf to converse with, and so he imagined the same may count for her followers." A mischievous glint shone in Cicero's eyes as he looked at Malice's wolf, wondering if he was yet ready to peel some of his own layers off. Starting with his name, perhaps — but hopefully more would follow.