Meadowlark Prairie No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

Cicero watched her as she did not answer, instead she looked like she may attack him. And then it did happen; after swaying back and forth as though she was losing balance she lunged forward, yet not towards him, but towards a space somewhere next to him. "Interesting," Cicero established aloud, thinking her too far gone from the world to take much note of his words, nor to actually grab him in any way. He was normally fast, but in this situation he apparently had her vision on his side, too.

There was no use in hiding the fact that there was some sense of satisfaction in this for Cicero. Though normally he would feel better preying on weak, she had become the weak in the matter of an instant. She crumbled to the floor and yet she ever continued the fight; so different from Minshi, the poor fool who still believed in Cicero's good of the situation. It was clear to him that this wolf would not, regardless. And he felt no remorse for this wolf. It was no surprise to him that he did not, for he did not care for most wolves, and she was simply no exception. Her big mouth and arrogance did not bother him, for they were some of the traits he found attractive in Damien.

And so Cicero did not fully leave the wolf empty-handed. Her courage and arrogance would be rewarded with some parting words of wisdom. "Turn your wounds into wisdom." It was all Cicero said in manner as though he was presenting something to a crowd rather than speaking one-on-one with another wolf, while he walked past her — but not too close — and started to make his way towards Blackfeather Woods, leaving her to her destiny, wherever it may carry her.