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It was always a game, this. Maybe there was nothing. But Cicero knew Damien well enough to know he would see it upon his face would he have anything to hide. And if there was nothing, well, it would not matter either. Easily dismissed as innocent teasing.

Ah, but there was something... Cicero's eyes lit up as he noted his brother's dodgy behaviour. Was it guilt that he showed? Whatever it was, there was something he would not tell. A mischievous smirk took over his face and he looked at Damien's face as he said, "Ah, Cicero will make these secrets spill out sooner or later... It will feel good to just talk about it." He moved closer to nose Damien's cheek. Cicero was void of personal judgement most of the time, which made him both a good listener as well as very dangerous. He smirked as he added; "What will a thin, frail wolf who may not even pass through winter do with such information, anyway?" He would never pass Damien's secrets onto anyone else, and his recovery from the famine was steady, but still painstakingly slow in the wake of winter's arrival. Who knew what may happen. Even Damien's answer would give him information on the nature of his secrets. Some type of secrets were easier to tell to your brother who loved you than others. That was just the way of the world.