Blackfeather Woods continuity

Cicero nodded slowly as Kove spoke, although he did not think it a bad thing if they would be able to somehow wipe all that happened from the minds of those they had angered. Cicero would not weep for anything lost of his own mind should it ever be wipe; he'd not remember, anyway. He already missed a lot of patches of his memory, as was.

Yet he did not linger on it longer. Kove asked him what he would do when war came. Cicero did not even know what he was still doing here — though if he would dig further he would find that the pups meant something to him — what with Damien's scent vanished from the territories and war coming for them. He licked his lips and then said: "Cicero's best chance is to lead them to the weeping meadow to expose them to the poisons. It would work the best for the pack's sake, too." He did not sound like he cared whether he lived or died — but he knew that there were things here that needed to be protected, for the brotherhood, for the handful of wolves that he cared for in some degree. He did not ask any question back; Kove, he imagined, would just fight, for he was more blessed with his physique than Cicero, who was happy to survive each winter as was, without war.