Silvertip Mountain round trip

Cicero wondered what had happened to make her so defensive, if she had been hurt in the past. He had never been that defensive even at Blackfeather Woods, but then, other wolves intrigued him rather than made him fearful. He assumed that she was fearful, at least, because that was the only situation in which Cicero himself would react in such a way.

A small smile twitched at his lips as she even mentioned war. "What makes Atari think that Cicero would start a war?" Cicero himself was not fit for fighting, and truthfully he preferred to avoid it altogether. Even his poisons were reserved for a few who deserved it. "It is clear that Atari does not want this conversation. A shame, Cicero would have liked to have carried back more positive word about Silvertip Mountain home." It was not a threat, although Cicero did hope it might make her a bit more open. He saw that there was little use to continue talking if she would simply turn him away around every corner both verbally and physically. And so Cicero turned around and started to walk off, assuming that she would not care enough to stop him. Well, he supposed not all of his ambassadorly efforts could work out.