Blackfoot Forest i will not die

"Likewise," said Cicero when Aaron mentioned it was a pleasure to meet him. He smiled briefly before his face fell back to its neutral self, and when invited he sat down. The girl seemed to feel more comfortable in the presence of the other wolf, and Cicero guessed that he was higher in rank than her. His scent was strong along the borders of Rosings, and so it would not surprise Cicero if he were one of its leaders. It was a guess, of course, and he had no real desire to find out, for he did not care whether he spoke to Alpha or Omega when gathering information.

So, cautious it was, then. Cicero could not help but exchange a look with both Aaron and the female as he asked, "Bad experience?" Usually caution came from experience. He knew it to be true as far as he was concerned, for before his encounter with the white wolf Cicero had never feared other wolves. Some of his confidence was growing back, but he felt the dent, and so he imagined that something must have happened to cause Rosings' dent in trust, too.

"Of course," said Cicero. "Blackfeather Woods is neutral, in general. The Blackfeather wolves look after their own and are loyal to one another." He decided to start by giving information that Cicero considered everyone's knowledge. Most packs upheld a form of such loyalty, anyway, and Cicero figured that he would be able to create goodwill by sharing a story of his own pack first.