Firefly Glen just the same as i was

No answer was given in regards to his question about the promise. When the other wolf uttered his mother's name, Cicero felt no pain. He had since long accepted his mother's death, and though he missed her at times, things were good in the forest. His first urge was to share that his mother was deceased, but he felt that he may not get the answers he wanted -- the answer to his prying question of what promise had been broken.

It pleased him that she played the game too, even if it would make it harder to extract the information that he needed from her. "Dead wolves more often have a hard time keeping promises," he said with a twinkle in his eyes, unable to share the morbid news once he found the perfect way to share the news. He looked at the mirrored smile, his own broadening slightly, and felt at ease despite her hostile words towards his pack. "What promise did she break?" he asked again; not just for the sake of his own curiosity, but also because Cicero wondered if it was something that he could mend or fulfill somehow.