Blackfeather Woods lay your hands on me while i'm bleeding dry

Cicero had not been nearby and it had taken him a long time to get to location. At first he had thought to stay in the confines of the territroy, not to show up at all, for he was weak and it would not surprise him if death would knock on his door soon. Cicero had always been thin, but now he was like a walking skeleton, bones sticking out on all sides.

He leaned against a tree near the borders, his sunken eyes staring out towards the white wolf with a questioning expression. He stared for a minute or so before he realised what wolf stood before him. "Inari." Cicero said, a narrow smile falling across his sunken face. It surprised him to see Inari, for he had not expected the wolf to ever return. Why would he? Yet here he stood, much to Cicero's surprise. Even moreso than surprised Cicero was intrigued, though, and so he waited with interest for what the other had to say.