Blackfeather Woods in the end

They were gone.

It was with grief that he stood at the frays of the woods, feelings mixed, put in a blender and shaken up. There was no emotion on his face as he stared into the light from the shadows. He had thought on how to help Malice — and Burke, if he wished it so — escape from the Woods' depths, but it seemed his help was not necessary. Yet without saying good bye, he could not help but feel melancholic of their departure despite their mutual intents.

Wherever they were, he hoped they were well. Cicero closed his eyes and sighed, inhaling the forest's familiar scent. Things were well and as they should be, for now, yet he could not help but feel as though a part of him was missing with the departure of two wolves that he considered friends.

set at the borders.