King Elk Forest good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter

I think we can wrap up

Cicero was gone and for a long time Euron simply looked upon him with eerie calmness, before his eyes trailed the limp and ragged corpse and fell upon his dead father's tail. They lingered there at length, fixated and unblinking, as the patchwork boy ran his tongue thoughtfully across his lips. Then he stood and stepped lightly toward the tail, so that he could press the black leather of his nose into the longer hairs there. His lips pulled back, and his teeth reached, but suddenly Euron clapped a paw to his temple and winced and grimaced, staggering backwards with a groan.

The pup shook his head, and glanced briefly to the wolves assembled around Cicero. His expression was blank, his eyes empty, and then he turned to leave with a hollow statement.

"Going to rest."