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

Seeing Cicero's condition had disarmed him somewhat, but, with determination set into him, he pushed forward. He had to bring this to a completion, somehow. Already, he was so very close. "I learned nothing of the Plateau pack you sought unfortunately," he shook his head softly, almost apologetic in his manners. "But, the pack at the ridge near the former plateau where we met? The one bordering the vale by the Sunspire, it is no more. Mournful howls rose up and then it was gone without a trace." One less pack to mind, and for other packs that still stood, fewer to compete directly with. As a loner, Inari just wanted to say away from all of them. "I also met a male from.. ah, Ryūjin on the other side of the mountains. A pack named for a dragon god. Beyond that, there was very little into the eastern valley of note," he said with a soft sigh.