Black Morass frostbite

There was a look of pride in his gaze as Euron arrived with a mouse in tow. He made no efforts to gather it, instead figuring the boys could share it between them when they would arrive at this wolf's pack. Finally they started to move, and Cicero sighed contently as they did, glad to be on the move again. It ached him to move and his steps were slow and precise, but he felt that if he would allow himself to rest he might not get up again and he wished to make sure that the pups were safe, at least, somewhat.

It surprised Cicero to hear that Burke had been a part of this wolf's pack. The Burke he had known would never follow orders from a weaker wolf than himself, which in Cicero's eyes, this wolf certainly was. Yet he supposed age changed wolves, and so it had Burke. Perhaps the sting of betrayal was in part what had changed him, too, he thought idly. "Ah." It stung to hear that he had passed away, and left Cicero with a pit in his stomach for he was not sure how much longer he could hold on. This wolf seemed the type that would take in his children however, would not simply let them starve or kill them, so perhaps for now they should simply go with him and see what would happen next.

"Is Malice there, too?" asked Cicero, curious to find if she was still a part of Burke's life now. Their children, he wondered about, but he did not mention them for their names were unknown to him. At Ramsay's question Cicero snickered in amusement, though he already could guess the answer. Ramsay often reminded Cicero of Damien with these brusque manners. Still a little part of his brother with him, after all...