Stavanger Bay wash away

"I — I'm sorry," Cicero mumbled, further delving into the role of Inari. It seemed like Inari would mumble an apology in this situation. This actually reminded Cicero a little of his own run-in with Inari, where he had hired him as spy and tumbled him around for his own satisfaction. He wondered if this wolf had similar beefs to settle with himself; if he had experienced a similar loss of control as Cicero had.

Setting aside the other guy's feelings, Cicero backed off at his threatening body language, understanding wolf talk all too well. He looked up from the corners of his eyes and licked his lips submissively while he said, "It's just, I... I had a friend at this place called Blacktail Deer Plateau and I — the pack's gone. Do you know, uhm... do you know where they went?" He studied the guy's face, hoping to gather a hint of what he knew — if he knew. Hopefully playing meek would help him fulfill his mission better.