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

A weak smile painted Cicero's face as Inari said that he remembered Cicero. It was so strange to see him here, for Cicero had not expected to see the meek little wolf again at all. He remembered feeling so empowered when he had put down the wolf, intimidated him. Seeing Inari brought back memories of the white wolf and he looked away, pushing these memories from his mind. He looked at Inari, licked his lips and continued to lean against a dark tree, for he was still weak.

He looked at Inari and opened his dry mouth to speak, "What has Inari found out that he can tell Cicero about?" He had never thought to see Inari again, perhaps, but he had not forgotten about their agreement.