Blackfeather Woods dwindling

He decided to give it a try and Cicero waited patiently in the same spot while Euron started to circle-sneak him. Euron seemed a natural talent, much like Cicero imagined he must have been for he had always been pulled into rogue-like abilities too. Ears swiveled back and forth as he watched the boy go, until he found one spot in which the scent was the strongest and halted with excitement. "Good," he called out with an approving nod, though there remained little expression on his face. "You are a natural talent at this, Euron." He was not sure if the boy needed the assurance, really, but perhaps it was a strange newfound pride he had found that made him speak out in part.