Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Don't know why Malice would want to go to the Weeping Meadow (I assume Cicero is there?) but imma just roll with it.

The former Moonlit wolf wandered further through the barren woods that was her new home, still shaking with excitement to be here. She had no idea where she was going, nor did she know what would await her, and wondered why no one had bothered to give her a tour. This place was huge, and it was day so she couldn't see the stars to locate where the hell she was going to. Despite all that, and the small ache in her heart and back, she found herself quite relaxed.

Her trot had turned into just padding through was was called the Blackfeather Woods. Her eyes drifted off to a branch where a raven was perched, making some noise, but she paid it little mind. With the locust bodies everywhere, the birds could feast like never before.

While she was lost, the faint smell of Cicero reached her, and a grin appeared on her scarred face. It had been too long, in her eyes, since she had seen the boy. Potema, his sister she knew, had said he was doing fine, but Malice was still worried a bit. She quickened her pace and soon the ying-yang fur of Cicero came into view. Cicero! she called happily, stopping a respectful distance away with her tail low but wagging in excitement.