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When the wolf noticed him and turned in anger, Cicero shrank back, remaining in his role, as he watched her. She asked her a question, and he answered, "No one in particular." He wasn't about to give her his name, and he hoped that whatever would happen would happen soon.

Taking another step backwards, Cicero asked, "Are you okay..?" He figured what he said could be taken in many ways -- she was grouchy to start with, so even if nothing else was wrong then he could be asking about that. Cicero waited for the answer, hoping that something would happen soon and that he would get his answers.