Blackfeather Woods broken shards

There was a moment of silence as they came closer to the frays of the forest. Her eyes were on him, although Cicero thought it would be smarter to keep them trimmed on the rest of the forest. If he or anyone had wanted to plan anything, it would have been smarter to have a third party play such a role — not he. Did she really think he would guide her away, all this way, only to keep her captured, for it to be a ruse? Ah, delightful, in a way. He would've found it delightful, were it not so sad.

The smallest of smiles crept on his face as he considered this, but almost instantly thereafter she started to run away from him as fast as she could. Cicero licked his lips and watched her go, frayed ears perking forward and mismatched eye trimmed upon the light further ahead. He saw no reason to further pursue her, for any friendly following would surely and understandably be interpreted as a threat anyway. He merely stared in silence, assuming he would never see Fox again.