Blackfeather Woods Welcome back to the Gamiest Grumps that you know

It was not because Kendra retrieved him that Cicero came, but because he heard his sister's howl, cheerful and full of life and joy. He wondered if she was simply happy to be home or if time away from the darkened woods had truly lifted her spirits. There was still a limp in his step, although the festering wounds on his right leg had dried up and hardened. No more pus and blood dripped from them, but they still stuck out from his leg, clearly indicating the reason for his limp. Cicero himself paid them no mind as he started making his way towards his sister.

As he reached her, Cicero stepped towards her and pressed his nose against her cheek in a warm gesture. "Welcome home," he murmured, feeling strange and distant since it had been so long since he had last seen his sister. Cicero did not feel poorly towards her for departing on such a whim; each wolf had their own manners, and that had been her way to cope... So how could he blame her for being who she was?