Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

There he went again talkin' in that strange tongue. Who is Cicero? Is he Cicero? Did Cicero eat his food or somethin'? An obsession? Crius just nodded his head and smiled, he was confused, unaware of third person perspective. 'Blackfeather woods? Sounds like a beautiful little forest, I should check er out sometime' he thought, just as the tense male finished. "Sounds interesting, I show wouldn't mind seein' it, up close I mean." Crius' smiled descended just in case the other male thought he was overly-cheerful or maybe even annoying. 

"Other packs?" Crius asked aloud, "Could Cicero tell the other wolf of his pack and the other packs? My names Crius by the way, just in case you mean mean me by the otha wolf ."