Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

@Iseldur

to his surprise, he's met with an amicable response. cicero tilted his head the slightest as the wolf mentioned a faint, sweet scent. he limped a few steps closer, until they were a comfortable distance apart, and took in lungful of the cool air. 

there it was. sickly sweet, just a hint. he sat on his haunches and gave a thoughtful tilt of his chin. "i do. apples, i believe. such a shame winter has killed them off." he murmured. perhaps these barren lands did hold beauty, when everything would thaw and life would return to these wastelands. 

silver eyes shifted to peer curiously at the stranger. like another wolf he'd met previously, there was an accent to his tongue that cicero couldn't place. how peculiar. "they may be remnants, buried in the snow. perhaps it'd be worth the journey." he commented, settling with an odd sense of peace. one he hadn't felt in many moons. 

"what is your name?"