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Today was a good day for another lesson in Kendra's work towards learning about poisons. Cicero trotted towards the den, his right leg still throbbing with pain at each step he took that both obstructed him as well as exhillarated him, with confidence in his steps. He considered what he could do with Kendra this time. He had considered feeding her some poisons too, but he imagined that it would be a lot harder to sell on Burke, and it may be dangerous to teach her such things. Not all wolves were like him, after all, and not all could understand the exquisite desires that pain brought. Perhaps it was just the way he was wired, or perhaps it was because he understood the world better — and yet thought he did not understand much of it at all — than most. It did not matter, but regardless, Cicero did not think that it would be a good idea.

Yet there were others they could experiment on, and so Cicero already carried a piece of meat between his teeth which had been rigged. He intended to let Kendra find them a subject to test it on; maybe a fox or a bird of prey could be found somewhere or other. As he arrived at the den, Cicero put the piece of meat down between his front legs — he would not allow either of the pups to eat it, of course — and chuffed, " @Kendra , time for the next lesson." Then he waited, assuming she would come soon.