Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

Well, that was a relief, the other wolf made his way back into his freaky little forest. Obviously, he wanted some dark, looming figure for his pack, or else he wouldn't have brought them up at all. Luckily for Crius, his interest in the pack had diluted after the whole "bones" fiasco. It was rather rude of the guy to up and leave, in fact, Crius felt insulted, what kind of condescending nonsense was this? Like Cicero's pack was so lucrative and mysterious. 

"How about I see this pack that seems oh so dark, though if they're like you, they must be a bunch of delightful little bunch of angels." Crius beamed, pacing beside Cicero. Apparently this puzzling wolf has never met someone from Wyoming, Crius was just as mentally strong, if not stronger than this dual colored eyed mystery.