Blackfeather Woods He hurt him away

Only the tatter of his ear lingered, a sore reminder of that night. It had not escaped Cicero's attention that Xan had not been home since that day. He wondered if he had crossed too many boundaries, but then he reminded himself of what Xan had done to him; if he had chased him off, perhaps it was for the best.

The howl had not escaped him and that was why Cicero watched from the shadows, expression cold, as Potema arrived. She was quick to take distance from the meeting. Cicero watched from the shadows of the woods at the frays of the meeting, within earshot, mismatched eyes eerily pinned on Xan as he waited for others to arrive and to hear what this being was about.