Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

She awoke, seemingly unstartled by his appearance. Cicero remained unmoving as she greeted him and asked him if there was anything he needed. "Much," he answered to that, ever the philosopher. He wondered if she still had that child lingering about; he remembered various children, but many had departed and many had arrived. He did not keep track of them all.

"Is it wrong to love one's brother so fondly?" he asked, building upon that which he knew she had seen. Potema was smart; he would know that it was more than brotherly love blossoming between them. Yet what made it so wrong? What terrible things could it bring? Cicero could think of none, and so he would hear his sister's opinion. If he could not sway Damien's mind, perhaps someone else could; and the more wolves knew and accepted it, willingly or otherwise, the less Damien had to fear.