Blackfeather Woods in the end

As he gazed from between the dark trees and shadows, Cicero saw the approach of another. At first hope lurched in his chest, but soon rational thought reminded him that Burke, Malice and their children would never return. It was another wolf, he then realised, one that approached with friendly enough demeanour, although at the borders of another pack would do well to show more submissive attitude.

Despite his narrow, thin frame with bones sticking out and weak health, Cicero's lips peeled back to reveal teeth in a snarl, tail rising slightly. "What does the wolf want?" he asked, tone not unfriendly. Cicero was generally a friendly sort, but at his pack's borders he felt defensive, especially in his weak state and with all that had happened. He would not be eaten.