Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Just to ruin your life I'm going to say that damien didn't follow Cicero...
Just kidding.
I'm not funny :I

Damien would have to give Cicero that he was one clever boy. Keeping the stash hidden, carefully placed so that no one would find it was a smart move. The Melonii litter had soon started to show signs of intelligence, but it was only a thing to be expected when they're the children of Meldresi, a studied priestess with immense intelectual baggage about almost everything. The pups were just following her steps, each one of them adding their own twist to it. Cicero, he was just as clever, but his secretiveness and "sneakiness" was beyond impressive, and the best part: No one even suspected it.

Damien silently followed Cicero out of the den, not without a sly smile across his face, but when his question about love-or-lust was trown into the air Damien got confused for a second, not because the topic was awkward, but because he thought Cicero was too distracted. But then he got it. That's what is was all about. Distraction.

The question got Damien thinking for a moment, and for a second he was silent as he decided what to answer. It was curious to hear Cicero speak of such things, but it was a normal thing to happen among teens just like them.

Love.

Damien couldn't help linking that word to himself. He loved himself. But there was mom and Potema and Cicero too, he loved them, they were family. The strange thing to Damien was that he felt awkward for not having felt "love" for a non-relative. Was that supposed to happen already? But...

Lust.

That was a different thing. Mephala was lust, deity of sex, of murder. It all included lust, and Damien had felt some of that. Not sexually, not just yet, but bloodlust... That time he'd taken away the life of that deer in their first hunt had been the first time lust had taken control of him, and he had allowed it. And then, that time when the flea bag attempted to murder him, he had felt bloodlust too, and he had allowed it. He had tore the mutt's face into pieces, not because he felt rage, but because he was in rage, driven by bloodlust.

"You mean, like... If I'm... In love with someone?" the pup asked a bit confused, "I don't think so, brother... Why do you ask? Are you?" was that awkward? Well... Yeah, a bit.