Blackfeather Woods night shift

Cicero did not think it necessary to bother Nemesis and Damien with such matters, for he thought himself and his sister well capable of making decisions. It did not take long for Nemesis to arrive, however, and she was quick to take charge of matters and demand their usefulness.

Usefulness only got one so far, though, for it was often a magical click as well as supply and demand that made it so that others were or were not admitted into a pack. Blackfeather Woods was no different than other packs in that sense. Cicero remained patient and stoic as Nemesis asked the questions, though he had many other questions on his mind, such as, 'Are you Seff's biological parents', or, 'Do you know what kind of pack this is', or, 'Have you killed anyone', but he did not ask them. Such talk of personal and, he hoped, philosophical subjects would have to wait until a later time, presuming they be accepted.

Truth was, they needed the wolves. Winter was approaching rapidly and there were many children to feed. They needed the wolves to feed their young and old — and frail — and Cicero thought these would make decent enough additions. "They seem healthy enough," he said to his sister as well as Nemesis, adding his five cents while he then sat down, looking relaxed, as he continued to observe.

sorry for my delay too, i didn't realise it was my turn again since i last checked. i'll keep better track of it from now on. :)