Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

A nod was given in response, which made Cicero think that the wolf already knew a lot more words than when he had first come. He wondered how much mental capacity the wolf truly had. Yet, whatever his purpose here was, whatever tool Damien used him as, he was also a wolf with feelings and thoughts, and a member of Blackfeather Woods.

He had given it a name, Cicero had caught on to, and so he decided to ask a more specific question to see if ‘Scamp’ would know what to do. ”Does Scamp know where Damien is?” he asked, his voice slow as he guessed that would have more odds of a positive answer.