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He nodded thoughtfully while he looked towards the plants. Kendra was a bright child; it was nice to have her around. Despite the adversities that she had faced, she was a relatively cheerful child.

Her question came as a bit of a surprise to Cicero. The famine had hit everyone. Cicero had always looked thinner than most, in part because of his thin fur, and in part because that was just what he looked like. His bones were more present now than ever before, and his fur did little to mask it.

Somehow though, Cicero had not thought about it in this way, had not really considered whether he was — and would be — okay. The priority lay in feeding Malice, for she needed to birth children. "Probably," said Cicero after a thoughtful silence. "These times are hard on all." Whether they were harder on him than others, he left in the middle — mostly because he simply did not know the answer.