Blackfeather Woods duma key

The nights had been cold and lonely without his brother there to keep him company. Yet Cicero knew this time would come to pass, like it had before. Their relations were tumultous, like a hurricane. While Damien's secrets vexed Cicero, he did not obsess over them for he did not think he could ever claim Damien to himself. He did not think that he would want that the other way round, either, for Cicero was not sure if love could be confined within one wolf (even if Damien, so far, was the only one he had held so dear a love for so far).

The fragile patchwork flower that had recently joined their pack — Seff's mother — intrigued him too. He wondered what would drive a wolf to choose so passionately for her child's happiness, even if the place did not seem to fit her much. Cicero found her near a cache that day, and thought it luck that he should run into her just as he thought of her. He approached through the dark woods, his mismatched eyes and the whites of his fur starkly standing out from their surroundings. He chuffed to announce his presence, his expression and demeanour neutral, his appearance a ghostly one considering his thin frame with bones poking out and sunken eyes.