Greatwater Lake won't you share this jam with me?

The thought of a spar struck fear into Cicero's heart, but at the same time thrilled him. To get so close and yet stay in control, perhaps... But the real doubt lingered in the fact that Cicero himself was no fighter, and he was afraid of what might happen then. This was one of Malice's wolves, and yet even that offered no solace or guarantee. The only reason he did not fear Malice herself was because she didn't have the right tools.

"Cicero is no warrior, wolf of Malice," he said, still unaware of the wolf's name. He sat down, clarifying that he did not intend to fight. "It would not be a very fair battle." Perhaps they could practise some moves, but if Cicero had his way, there would be no physical altercations involved.