Blackfeather Woods we've been walking down this road for sometime

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From the trees, not far from Meldresi's den, little Cicero stood and watched the white wolf hunt. He held his breath as he watched her chase, run down and pounce a hare. The moment she caught it, Cicero could hold himself back no longer and started to excitedly yip, "Kill, kill, kill!" It did not take long for his thirst for death to be quenched, and the two months old child ran towards the white wolf and the hare.

Cicero sniffed the hare, while cautiously keeping his tail and head low, small tail wagging between his legs. "Deaded!" Cicero concluded, and he looked at the white wolf to see if she would confirm that he was correct.