Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

The wolf did not leave, and they were at an impasse for a moment. Cicero feared for what might come, but he was determined to fight to the death to prevent himself from being taken like before. He would rather die than give up another piece of his dignity and sanity.

Finally the wolf told him to leave. Cicero felt empty on the inside, like he'd mucked this one up, and he turned around, his posture flattening again while he started to run as fast as he could. Only when he was far away from the chocolate wolf he allowed himself to rest again and slowed down his pace. He was not sure he would tell his pack about this wolf when he did come home, for he was too ashamed of his irradical behaviour.