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When he heard a woof and turned his head to see a stranger bounding his way, Cicero felt instantly defensive. He felt fearful for a moment, but as soon as the wolf started to speak it was clear that this particular wolf had no ill intentions towards him. The wolf raced up to him and asked him if he knew of Reek or Saena, who used to live somewhere, and some other wolf was looking for them. Cicero's first inclination was to say 'no', but as he opened his mouth to speak, he realised that maybe he did not know. He had heard their names somewhere, he was certain. "Perhaps," he said mysteriously, utilising perhaps his favourite word. However, in this case, it truly was a 'perhaps', because he did not remember the exact details. They were fuzzy, as though hidden from him, lingering in a place that he could not reach.

Lingering in the domain of the beast, of Sheogorath, Cicero guessed, and he was not so sure if he wished to risk his sanity to provide some stranger with information. Especially after what had happened last time. Cicero found himself curious if there was any way for him to access Sheogorath's knowledge without allowing the beast to overshadow him. He was always testing the boundaries and trying to find ways to safely cross them, even when it came to something that was as terrifying to him as Sheogorath. "Where was this place, this Redtail Rise?" asked Cicero. "And what does the wolf have to offer in return?" Not that he knew for sure if he had the information, but if he did, then Cicero did not intend to give it up for free. He could smell no pack on the other wolf, but perhaps he did have one. Information would be useful to gain in return, or whatever else he would offer. A pleasant encounter, perhaps, but only time would tell if this would be one of those.