Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

Crius' eyes widened father with every word Cicero spoke, this Blackfeather place sounded, dangerous, fun, exciting, dangerous, spooky, DANGEROUS, and um... DANGEROUS which to Crius translated into FUN. A small crooked smile formed across Crius' lips when Cicero explained that his pack doesn't take 'shit' from anyone. Why that was exactly how Crius lived! Sort of... He took a lot of shit back home, but when the going got tough, he didn't take much, or at least he thought.

The darker male seemed slightly loosened now, this was good as the last thing Crius needed was for this other wolf to summon his pack and if a simple 'hello' was enough to make Cicero snarl, who knows what the rest of the pack was like. Would they give Crius a chance to run? Maybe let his go with a warning and a few broken ribs? The thoughts made him cringe; it'd be best to play nice simpleton for now. "Ah, so if one were to travel into the Blackfeather forest, and ran into your pack, they'd be bound to your pack? That is neat, real neat." he complimented. 

"So, if I may ask, were you born into your pack? Maybe adopted as a youngin'?"