Blackfeather Woods it isn’t the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

i prefer whenever during the round and make the rounds anywhere between 4-7 days so everyone has ample time to reply, to keep stuff moving.

In the distance scents approached even before he saw or heard them, causing Cicero to keep his body low and keep moving, yet at a slow pace, making sure to stay within the shadows of the Woods that he had grown up within.

The softest of sounds reached his ears, though it caused no movement other than a tilt of his ear in Koume's direction. He was not sure whether it was Koume or Kotake that was behind him but knowing either of them was near enough to help should it be necessary was enough. Cicero did not know much on who to rely on these days even within the boundaries of his pack but these were not things that he had ever cared for. Damien had not exactly been a wolf to rely on either and yet his love for his brother was endless even now that he had abandoned them.

He heard a voice in the distance and kept going, slow and steady pace so that they may not see him, at a distance. As soon as he could see the wolves in the distance he saw that Argent was among them, standing by the side of one of the foreigners that had come to invade their territory. Cicero slipped from the darkness onto the path they were walking between the dark trees and murmured, "Well, well..." before he turned 'round, almost invitingly so, and started heading towards the Weeping Meadow, which he knew was not too far. He took a moment to look over his shoulder to see how fast they were going: should they have broken into a run to try and catch him, he'd do the same, but if not he would continue on in a brisk trot.