Blackfeather Woods dwindling

It did not take long for the boy to catch his name. Cicero did not doubt he hadn't fully grasped what exactly Cicero was saying about him, considering he said he wanted to sacrifice.. Had he understood the true meaning perhaps he would've reacted less favourably. Still, it did not matter much for he had done what he had intended, to spark a reaction, to draw him out of hiding.

He stood still at the shout and watched the boy approach with a narrow smile on his face. "When you follow someone in the shadows, it is not very smart to come forward when they call your name. There was probably a good reason you were following them in the first place, hmm?" He canted his head and looked at the boy to see if his words would strike any sort of chord.