Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

Cicero instructed Maegi however she needed for the wounds to be patched up. He grimaced often through the process; his face was messed up, though probably looked worse than it really was. In his experience, wounds on the face were the easiest to make and the easiest to heal. His body ached all over from the fight and the many wounds he had sustained but they would get better, he hoped. Yet in the back of his mind there was always the doubt that he may not get better, and perhaps that was what drove him away from the Woods most of all. They were not safe there, the pups, and if not for him, who would bring them to safety?

The poppy seeds did not bring instant relief but he knew that they would help eventually. Maegi, after finishing cleaning his wounds and bringing him the poppy seeds, then declared that she could not leave. He understood, although he would be sad if it meant he would never see her again. If it meant she might die here, with the rest of the fools.

But everyone had their own choices to make. Even if they were foolish ones. He allowed Euron to talk to his sister first, which ended in him walking away. Cicero grunted as he heaved himself to his shaking paws, knowing the time had come for them to go. Cicero nosed Maegi's cheek almost lovingly and he said softly, "Until we meet again." There was a finality to his words and a tone that implied that he did not think they would see each other again. His words were laced with sadness, almost as if he knew that they would not meet each other again. He did not believe in anything beyond life and death. Just nothing. A body deprecated, died, gone.

After those few words he turned 'round and started to limp after Euron, departing and allowing Ramsay his own farewell and knowing they would meet up again soon for the journey to find Burke.