Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

Crius arched an eyebrow, bones bound to the pack? What sort of sick gang was Cicero in? Wait, what if this was an ambush... What if Cicero was just a distraction while one of his pack mates sneak up on and... No, that's ridiculos... Or is it? Crius' beady eyes darted around the area; no one seemed to be around. Maybe he was just paranoid. "Ha ha, that's a good one Cicero." Crius awkwardly laughed.

Cicero had then asked Crius if he was adopted, well that was a hard question to answer. Crius had been alone his entire life, or so he would like to think. "No, Crius is not adopted, Crius has been alone most of his life. Adopted of course is just being taken in by a family when you have none, but you knew that ha ha. But yes, I've been on my own since... Um... I was born? Technically I guess you can say someone raised me for a few months, or else I wouldn't have survived long alone."