Blackfeather Woods sigh no more

Compared to his siblings, Cicero was perhaps not as far along when it came to vocabulary, since he just didn't seem as curious for words as Potema and Damien. However, he was curious for the world as a whole and he did try his hardest to become motorically strong and explore all the bits of Blackfeather Woods... And beyond, when the time came.

Today, Cicero practised his sneaking skills, remembering the time that he had been taught by the scarred white wolf that used to hang around outside the den when he was younger. "Sees-roh shhh," the boy told himself in full concentration, and he crouched low to the ground and took slow, silent steps through the forest. He was hunting something in the distance, a light he saw that danced on the bark of a tree. So far, it didn't seem to have noticed him yet.