Blackfeather Woods the watcher

It broke Cicero's heart when Kendra came towards him and asked him why he did not like her. He only wished his siblings well. When they were smaller he had occasionally played with them, but in time he had perhaps estranged himself from them; often watching them only from the shadows. He stared at his half-sister while he tried to piece together a response, his face neutral.

"Cicero likes Kendra. Does Kendra wish to do more things with Cicero? " Cicero was unsure if this was really the source of her discomfort, but he had to try something, at least. He would find out soon enough if he was not correct.