Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

Cicero listened in silence to Kove, who spoke of a variety of things, but the thing that stuck out most was living by the tenets. Damien spoke first, vowing that he would always live by them. All of this was, of course, mostly just a show, a play for the rest of the pack to see that they followed the rituals; all of them had been part of the dark brotherhood for some time now. Cicero allowed Potema to speak first; he did not care to start a fight over which of them could speak first, did not really think that it would give either of them advantage to do so. Age did not really matter within a litter, anyway, except if one was the runt. Cicero considered them all equal in age.

When she finished to speak, Cicero was to speak next. He felt empty on the inside, did not feel like this was anything but pointless words. Looking to his sister, Cicero hoped that Damien would make the choice to set her by his side, for she would be a better choice. Cicero was not sure what he would bring — a moderation to Damien's fire, yes, but he knew that he would always be biased towards Damien at the same time — and he could not tell if his desires to lead were fueled only by the desire to channel Blackfeather Woods in the right direction, or if he only wanted to selfishly get closer to Damien. He could not tell, could not decipher his own emotions in that, and in a way, that was terrifying.

"Cicero lives by the tenets," he said when Potema was done, simple and clean, and he looked towards @Kove, waiting for him to finish this ritual.