Bramblepoint one for all

The other wolf's nervousness caused Cicero to tense up, for he was afraid that this wolf might do something to him. He was startled by the sudden change in demeanour, unaware that he had caused it himself. Perhaps if Cicero had not been so easily frightened by males these days he might have realised and analysed that it was his own question that had caused this. As things were it seemed to have fallen from the sky for him. He bared his teeth and warned, "Don't try anything funny. Cicero may be small, but his teeth are sharp." He felt easily victimised as a relatively small and raggedly-looking wolf due to his thin fur. Only when the other guy said that he had gotten into a scrape with another and was afraid did Cicero realise what was going on.

Relaxing slightly (though staying on guard), he said: "Cicero's strengths are not in the nose-biting department." He hoped that this would calm the wolf down sufficiently and then said: "Maybe Cicero may know about this Reek and Saena. Does the wolf know anything about packs in the area? For example, where Blacktail Deer Plateau wolves have now moved to? Or any other information?" The glinster in his eyes betrayed that any information would be good for him, and in the meanwhile Cicero tried to dig his mind for information on Reek and Saena. He knew that he had heard the names before, but the information was shrouded by a thick mist. Sheogorath. And if Sheogorath knew, then the likeliest option would be where Desna was from. Cicero's eyes lit up as he realised this to betray the knowledge that he held, but he withheld from sharing it until the wolf offered him something in return.