Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Although it might have seemed strange to anyone that Damine had never, in fact, thought about sex, the night child had more important things to keep his mind on, in his opinion. But it did feel weird being asked such things by his -relatively younger- brother. Cicero had had time to even go out of the forest several times when Damien had never stepped out of it, he surely had had the oportunity to meet other wolves while Damien usually kept time to himself. It conforted him.

"I guess I would have to be attracted to someone first, don't you think?" the pup replied thinking it was a bit strange to think of the topic. "Not really in love, Cicero thinks." his brother said in a bit of evident confusion, "Then why are you thinking about that?" he asked, not knowing that it was only natural for a wolf their age to turn in that direction.

Damien was walking just a few centimeters behind his brother, turning where he did and keeping up hoping that the stash wasn't too far away. They were starting to get too close to the borders for Damien's comfort.