Stavanger Bay wash away

It was a shame that there weren't any wolves matching that description in the man's pack; either that, or he was hiding things. Regardless, it didn't look like there would be much information gained here, and Cicero let out a disappointed sigh, heaving his shoulders a little, to signify that he was disappointed he would not be finding his alleged friend today.

"Yeah, I... The plateau was empty, I'd seen... I wish I knew where to look. I guess I'll never see her again." There was a lingering sadness to his face as he thought of this, identifying with the character he was playing. Most could; most everyone had lost a friend at some point in life. "Can I ask... Are you from that pack over that way..? What's it called, could I ask?" Cicero asked tentatively, as he gestured in the Sentinels' direction. He'd intended to visit but perhaps such would not be necessary if he was meeting one of their wolves right here. Especially if all wolves of the pack were so guarded.