Bramblepoint The Last Adventure

Ha-ha! Another thing she was right about. Not that it had been hard to guess, but still. It was an achievement of some sort. The scent was a dead giveaway, circling around the white woman like vultures. But who could've known if this wasn't one recently banished from the dark woods? An outcast, just like Malice? 

The next question was hard to answer. She couldn't answer with: A threat, for that might seem weak. And she was anything but that. She might have been scared of Burke and slightly annoyed with Nemesis, but she didn't fear them anymore. They were neighbors, a part of her life that she had to accept. She knew claiming the silent hollow would make some enemies obstacles appear, but they weren't even that anymore. They were like the tasteless soup you would get before a great meal. A neighboring pack, nothing more, nothing less. She said, a slight shrug accompanying her words.

But now, she left herself become curious about Cicero. He had looked like a wreck the last time she had seen the boy, and she was genuinely concerned about him. Had he fixed himself like he had said? Had he died from an infection? Would this female even know? Tell me, how's Cicero doing? Last time I'd seen him, he didn't look his best. She asked, a concerned look on her scarred face.