Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

There was something comforting about the enthusiasm with which his son proclaimed that he was not dead. Cicero chuckled but the sound was cut short by a painful coughing. With a wry grimace he looked up at Euron as he tried to piece together who might be able to fix him. It seemed unfair to put so much pressure upon a child, though if she would try anything Cicero would not turn away the help.

"The forest is not safe anymore," Cicero told the pups after he had dragged himself from the den and collapsed onto the ground again in front of them. "You must leave. Cicero can lead you to a safe place." His thoughts drifted away to the one wolf in his life who had been a stable presence when he was their age. It was a long shot, but one he felt he must take. He left the options open for them to choose, though he hoped that they would accept his help. Cicero was not sure how he would find this wolf and if he would manage or survive, but they would have to try.