Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

The glen was base camp and Blackfeather's youngest sneak often returned to it for rest. The glen was not as busy as the rest of the territory; the boy found that most of his packmates preferred the outer fringes of the territory and beyond, the so the quietude of the nursery continued to serve him even now that he had outgrown its original intended purpose. Had Euron and his littermates been raised with proper care and structure, they would have been moved to a rendezvous site more proximal to the rest of the pack and that place likely would have become the new base camp; but that never happened, and so Euron remained attached to the glen and his siblings. Though Cicero, through his patient teachings of things Euron actually cared about, had also worked himself into the beginning of the boy's inner circle.

So while Euron might ignore someone else's call or only ever lurk around out of curiosity, he was keen to respond when he heard Cicero. He was not far off, and for once he did not bother creeping in like the creeper he was. Instead, he moved rather quickly (naturally furtive even still) to Cicero and found that Maegi was there as well. He greeted his sister with a fond headbutt to her shoulder before chirping a friendly greeting to older male, his mismatched eyes bright and twinkling.

"Hi!"