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As Burke said they would need to find out what side the Silvertip wolves were on, Cicero offered: "Cicero can return and call to speak to their Alpha about this?" He enjoyed ambassador missions as much as spy ones — in a way, being an ambassador was a lot like being a spy. It meant you needed to be smart and clever and manipulate others, in a way; make them like you, even if your efforts and motives were directed towards your pack. He would not mind returning, but he would make sure to howl rather than risk running into the sourpuss Atari again. Cicero'd need a day or some to rest after his fight with the ruddy wolf on the summit, but after that he would be good to go on a next mission.

A smile spread across Cicero's face as Burke said that maybe he could use his son, manipulate him. Cicero wondered what he could tack onto that plan; he wanted to help, but there was little he could do, bar infiltrate the pack. Yet what good would that do? It wasn't like Burke's son would likely allow one of his newer members to advice him on matters of war, regardless. Unless Burke wanted to pull down Sebastian's pack, too; Cicero could always serve as Sebastian's adviser and then set up his wolves against him from the inside out. Yet Cicero was not sure if it was a wise plan, and so he did not share it right away. He felt that maybe it was better for Burke not to focus too much on his wayward son, for it seemed to cause more distraction than benefit most of the time. And so Cicero merely nodded.