Broken Antler Fen Future Thinking

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Borders that carried a scent that was familiar but at the same time foreign to Cicero were marked around this pack — or pack-to-be, judging by the faint scent that lingered round here. Cicero curiously followed the scent thread placed upon the Fen, until he saw two wolves in the distance. He recognised one right away, or thought he did. Cicero's fur was marked with salt and sand, hidden from plain view that he was a Blackfeather wolf. He'd never met this wolf person to person, but the wolf's appearance betrayed that he was Burke's son.

Deciding to play innocent, Cicero came up to the wolf whose scent marred these borders, and the wolf he was, so it seemed, interviewing or handing information to. "Greetings," said Cicero. "A new pack?" The question was placed casually, as though he was a curious neighbour or a passing loner interested in the facts around this new pack. He shed Cicero for a moment, assuming the role of this innocent bystander who happened to pass through and was curious to know the facts. There were no traces of Blackfeather scent upon his fur, so Cicero thought he would be safe, assuming that Burke's son did not somehow know him from somewhere, or had heard his description.