Blackfoot Forest i will not die

A smile further curled up Cicero's face as Aaron said that he trusted his own judgement fully and did not think he'd make any errors. Cicero's personal experience was that wolves would do as they pleased and that oftentimes, they would leave, sometimes without reason. And, of course, that love crept where it pleased, at times in dark corridors, like his own heart was absolute proof of. "Confident." It was clear from the tone of his voice and the sparkle in his eyes that Cicero appreciated the man's confidence, even if his personal opinion differed from him. He kept his words to himself, of course. Not everyone needed to know all about his feelings towards his brother. There was no need to make this personal.

A wonderful rank — Cicero could not help but snigger a little at that comment. It was his given rank, and he bore it like any other. Cicero was not an ambitious wolf, although he enjoyed his current location. He belonged near the top of the pack, Cicero believed, but if more competent members would best him he would have peace with that, were they actually better. Gamma had long been Damien's rank, and part of Cicero felt that he was only holding it temporarily until Damien would resume its mantle again. Until, of course, he would be elevated to Beta.

"Burke," said Cicero in regards to Blackfeather Woods' Alpha. Cicero could think of little other things to ask the Rosings wolves, and so he said: "Is there anything else Aaron or Liri would like to know of Cicero?" making his intent clear to depart were there no other information asked of him.