Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

Kendra let out a stiff nod. They all seemed to want power, which is something she wanted to least, at least now. Maybe when she was older she wanted that power too. Now she felt like she was more like her older brother. Pietro had been obsessed with power too. She let out a long sigh. "Power seems to make wolves do things that are very out of character," the girl spoke to her brother.

She nuzzled him back briefly and then nodded in reply once more. "I guess you will then," she spoke with a light shrug, not entirely convinced, however she did remember that Cicero promised to be there more for her and he had been. So in that aspect he could be trusted. Yet, the girl had been so hurt that she couldn't fully trust him yet. Maybe that would come now, as he proved himself that he was there for her. She was interested in the techniques he was going to learn. "I am also not a toxicologist yet," she commented, as a hint she wanted to learn more about that.