Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

Cicero coughed difficultly as Maegi went off to find moss and poppies. "Look for your mother's stash," he said; "She will have plenty." He grimaced as she left and Euron decided that they would all go. There was a weak smile on his blood-covered face as he looked at the boy, feeling proud for all that he had learned.

"He is good to practise spying on," said Cicero with a longing smile as he thought of his childhood spent with Burke. "A keen eye." A lot of what Cicero'd learned was practised by himself, but it was wolves who were equally smart and cunning that he had practised on that had truly taught him, in a way.

As it was decided they'd all come by Euron, Cicero added: "We should leave after Maegi fixed worst of the wounds." He was not too sure he would survive the rest of this winter in his current state and perhaps that knowledge was what pressed him on in such a rush, now. He wanted to get up and go soon, before he would truly lay down and never get up again.