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Cicero was an individual indeed. Warbone almost had reason to suspect that Goober was lying, but then he supposed he had seen stranger-looking wolves in his life. Albinos in particular, he thought, were to be treated with broad caution. His tail flicked and he had the wherewithal to appear a little perplexed. "Do all the wolves of Blackfeather look so odd and refer to themselves in third person? Because if that is the case it has just become about a hundred times less likely of me to deliver any type of news to them." Warbone knew himself after all, and violence was usually his answer for things he couldn't figure out rationally. He couldn't imagine himself feeling very comfortable in the presence of someone who referred to their own name. He had met only one wolf who did that before, and he'd done it out of pure, unadulterated arrogance— Warbone distinctly remembered wanting to tear his throat out.

Hopefully, if he ever ran into such a wolf again, their proclivity for third person would be for another reason.