Blacktail Deer Plateau where'd you go

The other wolf's fear drove Cicero, for it meant that he was not afraid himself. A low growl erupted from his throat as the answer was delivered, clear that it was not the answer he was looking for. The wolf mentioned another pack but it was useless; Cicero knew nothing of the Plateau dwellers, and so knowing the whereabouts of another pack meant nothing to him, either.

"Where did the wolf come from?" asked Cicero, keeping his posture and starting to circle around the wolf to see where its triggers lay and how he would respond to being pushed around a bit. "And where is he going? He is not a spy, is he?" Mismatched eyes were squinted as Cicero said the word 'spy', and on the inside he felt a mixture of guilt and regret (for he was not truly a vile creature), and feeling powerful for driving away his own fear by handing it to another. And maybe a small part amusement that he accused another wolf of something he was and whose tactics he was using right now.