Blackfeather Woods Blood, gold and tears

I can talk to Damien about it, perhaps, She suggested, wondering how such a conversation would go. Would he be as defensive and apprehensive about it as Cicero said? Would he avoid the conversation at all costs? She looked at her present brother; was it even something he wanted? It was better than wantonly announcing it in front of the others, especially if Damien rejected the prospect of having any kind of romantic relationship with Cicero. She doubted the pack would utterly reject them, but she had no clue as to the others' feelings on the matter, especially those who had been with them for the least amount of time.

She smiled at his words, moving forward and nuzzling Cicero's cheek softly. And you're a good brother, Cic'. No matter how he truly felt about Damien, he did, at the very least, consider his feeling before all else.