Blackfeather Woods it's time

Her snootiness towards Malice amused Cicero, for the irony was laid out thickly over the whole situation. Nemesis herself sounded as though she may have had the same illusions. Perhaps she had more right, but then, she was Beta, and Malice was Alpha of her own pack. Cicero did not understand why they both wished to compete for a position of dark queen, even aside from the fact that there could be more than one, in his eyes. They were far enough apart. But for someone who had tried his entire life to be less dark and to fight the darkness that slumbered inside, Cicero felt odd watching a pissing contest to be acknowledged as darkest between Nemesis and Malice.

He wondered for her intentions with Malice; there was something insinuating about the way she spoke. With a smirk Cicero shared, "Malice was entertaining enough, as far as Cicero is concerned." He enjoyed spending time with her, and oddly he knew more about her already than he did about Nemesis. "Has Nemesis been well otherwise?" Cicero himself had not been all too present around the forest of late; he had spent some time with his siblings and others, but mostly Cicero had stuck to himself, wallowing in his shame and fear, feeling at ease within the lands and yet, ultimately, feeling the ticklish fancy to soon depart once more on his next mission.

He gestured towards the forest to offer a walk, and waited for her to join or deny his silent request. He hoped she would say yes, so that he could gather more plants meanwhile.