Cedar Sweep Plus One

It was with a small smirk that Nico answered Charley's grin and enthusiasm. He did appear to be a playground bully at first sight, but he seemed to be more than what he looked like, which was good. He'd learnt long ago not to judge a book by its cover, but sometimes, some wolves seem to be exactly what they looked like, and he hated it, not only because the majority of the time they were major jerks, but also because they had no depth, no character, and if there was something Nico lived for other than his loved ones, it was the complexity of personality and character within each individual wolf. Each was so unique, and special in their own way, and he loved it. Loved trying to solve the mystery that was a person.

      And so, you would understand, that he was severly disappointed by those who's cover represented exactly what their book was about.

      But enough of that.

      The deWinter wolf followed Charley calmly, pawsteps silent as he treaded the forest floor, listening attentively as the Pryor explained how Royal Fire Court worked, with all it's complicated circles within circles and tunnels and dens. Nico was used to the simplicity of soldierhood, hearing all these rules and complications made him wince slightly, but no matter, he would learn to adapt, like he'd always had. "Cool," Nico said, looking at Charley, "Mind explaining how the ranking system works, though? I'm used to soldier life, so, I could use a bit of explaining," he grinned, as if apologising, but not really and lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug.