Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

"Does he spy?" Euron asked. His only interest in the father-mentor of Cicero's was this: if the wolf could teach him things he wanted to be taught. Otherwise he only cared to be with his siblings and Cicero, and did not care where he had to be for them to be together. Granted, he would prefer the woods — their woods. But Euron was not thinking the trip was anything but temporary. They would come back to the dark forest soon™.

The subject shifted. Cicero proposed that they consider whether they wanted to go or stay. "We're all going." Euron said. It was not his habit to speak for his siblings but he could not imagine that either of them would disagree. On his paws, the boy started to move through the trees. He did not know where the moss was or what poppies looked like, but there was an agitation in his limbs that denied him from sitting still any longer. He would slip back to the rear as soon as someone — Maegi or Cicero presumably — stepped forward to lead.