Black Morass frostbite

The unease of the stranger at the communication with his son did not go unnoticed, although Cicero paid it little attention. He was certain that Ramsay, like Euron, was able to hold his own in this regard. He listened as the stranger not only granted his request to rest in their pack, but offered someone to clean his wounds for him. Cicero smiled, a weary smile that showed he cared little for his own fate. Ramsay barked for @Euron and Cicero looked 'round hoping he had not wandered off to far so that they could depart soon. His body was weary, and he needed to rest, if he wanted to continue the journey.

"We can leave as soon as Euron comes. Thank you," he offered, though the words did not carry much emotion or actual gratitude. Instead the coldness with which he usually spoke, a voice seemingly void of emotion. "Does a wolf named Burke pass here? Grey, no tail." While they waited he may as well get to the gist of why he had come here, what they were looking for. Who he needed to find so he knew that his children were in good hands.