Blackfeather Woods it's time

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The smell of bile and sickness was what caused her to investigate. She had grown accustomed to gradually getting used to the rotting scents that often floated around some of blackfeather less appealing territories, but this was like an acidic scent that made her nose wrinkle in disgust, but also an odd curiosity. When the source of the stench turned out to be emitting from Cicero, she became all the more suspicious. She glanced at the mound of fresh earth that had been dug up and replanted just moments ago, but did not question what he had stored underneath. Like Damien, too it seemed they all had a secret hideaway where they stored their secret stuff although her's had contained one very much alive, deranged mutt. Nevertheless, whatever it was, perhaps it was better that she didn't know. 

"Isn't it nice to feel the earth underneath one's feet after so long standing on ice?" She wondered aloud, the pads of her paws slightly sinking in the thin layer of mud that had accumulated over the last few days. It was an odd thing to say, but she knew that Cicero would not judge, although she silently contemplated exactly why she was thinking about mud instead of something relevant. No matter, the spring really was a change of scenery, and it had brung many more changes to their lives. To some, it was a bad thing but to her, it was evolution. To cast out the attributes that would not grant them victory and diminish those who leeched off their lands. In all fairness, they could not grow without being proven wrong, and she certainly knew better now to not set her standards too high for the newcomers that would eventually start to trickle in as the days grew longer once more.