Blackfeather Woods and you've seen too much

Perhaps feeding it to another would be amusing enough, but Cicero was not quite that darkened a soul. He shook his head as Pietro suggested this, saying, "Then another would suffer for Cicero's curiosity now." He said it as though it was a bad thing, as though random wolf x didn't deserve such a fate, and he believed that. There was another side to it, however, but it was one that he could not so easily explain to Pietro. The pain that he felt made him feel as alive as when Damien's teeth nipped the edges of his ears. He had always liked the feeling and sensation that pain brought and Cicero had never put much stock in life as a thing. Danger — life and death — he did not care for much, and pain was exhilarating above all other things.

But he could not tell his brother that, for he would not understand. Cicero had never told anyone, although there were wolves that could know, since they had seen the pleasure in his eyes when he was roughed about — Damien, first and foremost.

"Cicero was moving towards the stream to get some water now. Pietro may come, if he wishes." Cicero left it open and for Pietro to decide whether or not he would. Upon the suggestion to get Burke, Cicero shook his head. "No," he said curtly. "There is nothing anyone could do." Perhaps there was, and perhaps that was why he didn't want any interferance from outside. He did not care for repercussions, but a part of him did not want for the pain to stop throbbing in his gut.