Bramblepoint The Last Adventure

Her eyebrow rose inquisitively. "Nothing more, nothing less?" Something about that suggested that they were more than just neighbors. This was her first encounter with a Moonlit Hills wolf, though it would be far from her last. She didn't know the intimate nature between Malice and Burke and their packs, but if she had, she would reluctantly approve. Religion and all that. But she didn't like the intimacy with which she spoke of Cicero. Potema knew that her brother had a love of travel that far exceeded her own, but she never knew he could get familiar with anyone but her family. She scowled slightly, then wondered what the woman would think if she revealed her familial ties with the scout.

Cicero? She began, watching the woman's face. Cicero...my brother was fine the last time I saw him. And he was, though his scars were worryingly raw, they were healing. You seem to know him well, what's going on with him? She wondered if they were more than friends...was such a thing possible with Cicero?