Dawnlark Plains curiosity

Spartacus's white eyes alighted on the teenager with a black and white coat and mismatched eyes. He remembered him, however vaguely, and knew that the boy was from his previous pack in the south, Blackfeather Woods. He said nothing, but simply regarded the child with cool pale eyes and an impassive expression. As far as he was concerned, he had left on good terms with Blackfeather, he was not a traitor, he had not abandoned them, he simply went with the flow. 

The boy spoke, and Spartacus's ears swiveled forward, calmly listening to the other speak. There was something strange in the way the adolescent spoke, but he refrained from pointing it out. The kid's parents hadn't told the boy to correct his way of speaking, why should he? As far as he was concerned, the two of them were only of blood relation, nothing else. Cicero was only his nephew by blood, he didn't feel any unclish feelings for the boy. 

"Blackfeather Woods," Spartacus said with a polite tilt of his head. "You're Meldresi's kid, Cicero right?" The Gladiator knew that Damien knew he was Bane's brother, therefore, their uncle. But whether or not the shadow child would share that information with his siblings was his own problem.