Blackfeather Woods it's time

Cicero looked up when Nemesis approached, just as he finished covering the cache. He lifted a paw to piss on it, not to undermine Nemesis in any way, but because he wanted the pack to be warned about his poison caches. He would not want anyone to accidentally unearth something, especially not anything as potent as the mushrooms he'd just stored. He would check back in a few days to see how their quality was holding up or if he should dry them further first; if they would get more potent or less.

"The sun on one's back would be nice, too," said Cicero, glancing up at the dark canopy above them. "Cicero's fur is not made for winters." He was glad that warmer weather was arriving, for the constant cold wasn't pleasant. Particularly after Damien and he had parted ways for some time, which meant no longer sleeping beside his brother and enjoying his warmth every night.

Perhaps it would have been wiser to let this particular subject rest, but Cicero could not resist speaking of it. "Cicero heard Nemesis hasn't been making friends with the neighbours." There was no judgement in his tone, and a thin smile on his face to indicate he did not disapprove. He mostly wanted to learn more about both Malice and Nemesis, and hoped to be able to this way. It was strange to think that he knew more about Malice now than he did about Nemesis.