Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

A sly smile spread across Cicero's face as he noticed the other wolf's awkwardness. If only he would be more useful for information, perhaps he could've been of better use. But alas... He started to ramble about adoption and how he had been alone since he was young, and Cicero had little time or patience for that. Everyone had their thing, and while Cicero was interested in secrets, he disliked how easily they slipped off this one's tongue. This wolf would do no good in Blackfeather Woods, that much was clear, except maybe to decorate its borders.

"Well, if Crius feels up to it," said Cicero, a toothy grin on his face while he started to slip past Crius, away from him, heading southwest. "He is welcome to plead his case at Blackfeather Woods' borders, to the southeast. The dark forest before the mountain ridge." Cicero started to trot off then, assuming that the other would not follow him, since he'd seemed nervous, and knowing that he would unlikely ever appear at Blackfeather Woods' borders.