Bearclaw Valley things are going to be different around here

Cicero watched Raziel and Adlartok's interaction with great interest. He wondered what Raziel thought of Scarlett. Cicero found her intriguing, for there did not seem to be even a smidgeon of black upon her soul. Cicero wondered if it was true, or if she was just very good at hiding it and pretending she was a lighter wolf than he. He wondered if things had happened to make her as she was. He wondered how and why she had ever become Alpha; she did not seem that fit for it, as far as Cicero was concerned.

Cicero did not mix into the subject of Scarlett. He just observed and listened, and nodded at Adlartok upon introduction. When the subject changed to his siblings and he himself, Cicero smiled. He could only agree. For some reason, Damien and Potema thought the world should lay down at their feet for their heritage. Cicero thought the world was a place that was around only for his amusement and alteration, but it was different. There were rules, social rules, and games to be played. One could not simply expect everyone to bend to their will just because. One needed to prove it.

"Raziel is right," Cicero told the Alpha. "Damien and Potema are Cicero's brother and sister, and for that he loves them, but they have lessons in humility that need to be learned." Who knew when these lessons would actually be learned, if ever. Perhaps they would always remain the same. But nevertheless, Cicero would love them, no matter what. Perhaps it was not so bad, in this case, that they were so pompous and arrogant; it made Cicero's etiquette look all the better for it.