Blackfeather Woods the watcher

Though Cicero yearned to see Damien again, it was mostly his shame that had kept him from looking up his brother in person right as he returned home. He had only seen Kove so far, since he had returned. After their encounter, Cicero had mostly slept to recover from the tiring journey he had made and everything that had happened upon his journeys. He wished that Akela was still a part of their pack, for he would have enjoyed the opportunity to spar philosophies and work out life's tragedies with a mutually intelligent philosopher. There were none in the pack, and whilst normally Cicero would be glad enough to philosophise alone, now he yearned for another's wise words and tantalising questions, for he had run all out of both.

Cicero slipped through the dark forests until he reached the frays of the clearing that previously harboured @Burke , @Kendra and @Pietro . It smelled like they were still around, and Cicero settled on his haunches, watching from the shadows while tongue ran absent-mindedly across the smarting cuts along his lips. He had promised Burke that he would proceed watching his children, after all. While Cicero longed for interaction with all three of the rendezvous site's inhabitants, he remained in the shadows for now. Perhaps because he feared that they would ask him too many questions that would dig up painful memories and shameful secrets. Perhaps because they feared they would not.