Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

The bloody scene did not faze Cicero much. He had taken his place after Damien and Potema ripped the body from his teeth, sitting down and waited for them to finish. With stoic mismatched eyes he watched the scene, unfeeling. He was glad that he had taken her life quick, for such a willing sacrifice deserved nothing less in his opinion. He had intended for her death, so to be splashed in her blood did little to him. It was the way of the pack, and to be truthful, he felt like revelling in the blood himself. He was not so sure what even stopped him; perhaps it was that he was still in mourning for Burke and Malice's departure. Maybe next time.

It was surprising and yet predictable when Damien appointed both himself and Potema as his co-leaders. While Potema brought some brains to the otherwise selfish and abbrassive team of Damien and Nemesis, she too was known to make decisions in her own favour. If not for her decision and wish to take Malice's pups for the Brotherhood, perhaps they would not have felt such dire a need to flee.

And so he decided that he would take the position Damien had announced him in, for now. He would see if time would see him fit to carry this task and burden. Time would tell how that might evolve, if it did. For now he decided he would watch over them and see what needed to be done so that he could do it. He held his tongue for now, silently accepting the tasks bestowed upon him — ironically so, considering the title he was dubbed.