Blackfeather Woods The day I lost my other half...

Death was a part of life, and it occurred all too often where pups were involved. Yet somehow one never expects it to happen to their own, Cicero noted when he looked from the side and watched the lifeless body of the boy who had recently begun to rebel against him. With a fond heart Cicero remembered when Pietro tried to get him to give him credits for 'keeping his secret', an unwanted boon given against will. So often he had watched Pietro and Kendra from the shadows and so little time had he actually spent by their sides. Yet Cicero did not want for that which he had lost, did not weep for the time that they had not yet. Instead he savoured that which they did have.

By the time he arrived, the mountain lion was as dead as Pietro's corpse. Cicero stared from the shadows of the forest, mismatched eyes finding Kendra's shaking body while Nemesis tried coaxing her off Pietro. He felt detached, like he had when Meldresi, his own mother, had died. There was a sadness somewhere deep inside of him, but Cicero did not know what to do with it, and so it remained somewhere deep inside. Cicero just stared at the gathering, at their grief, at their pain, and somehow tried to find some of his own pain in theirs; tried to feel something... Anything.