Onto this new web

Since Cicero had never really realised that the scarred wolf holding guard outside the den was their father, he did not mourn his loss that much. Wolves came and went, beside their family, and this was just a part of life for Cicero. His sister had seemed sad about it, he had noted.

Presently, as their mother called, Cicero was swift to be outside. He had gone out a couple of times before, but was usually escorted back in swiftly once his mother found out. His sister was quick to be by her side as well, asking their mother for things. "Sees go!" Cicero said excitedly, some of the fewer words he had spoken. Compared to his siblings, he seemed a little behind on his words and, mostly, his comprehension of those words. Then, looking up at their mother, "Go?"

His thirst for adventure was soon met with agreement that the four of them would, indeed, 'go', as their mother lead them someplace not far from the den.