Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

Many questions came forth, though interestingly enough not from the weirdly shaped child that joined later. Cicero wondered if he had missed the offer to answer any of their questions completely. The most interesting of this was that they so unabashed asked their most interesting questions but that they had never thought to ask them before, while he would always have answered. It was intriguing, on the one hand because suggesting one could ask any question made them think about what they really, really wanted to know, and on the other hand because it might make them ask questions they were afraid to ask otherwise.

Maegi's question was a tough one. Euron interjected that her paw was not wrong, simply different, causing a smile to form upon Cicero's face, if only briefly. He then answered, face flat again as always, "Cicero does not know why. All wolves are different, though he has never seen one with a paw like yours." He didn't know that it was due to inbreeding that they were so different and warped, for he'd never seen such things before.

Euron then spouted forth many questions. Cicero glanced briefly at Ramsay, who might already know from a previous encounter. He then said, his voice void of any emotion and his face betraying none either, "That is because Cicero is your father." He looked over the other pups in self-explanatory movement — you are all mine, too — then back to Euron, having caught his murmured words.

"The red paw print Cicero can give, if the right ingredients are found. The spider..." He canted his head in thought; he and his siblings had received it upon their coming of age, from what he remembered, but he doubted he would be around for that of his own children, everything considered. It meant little to him, but if they wished it, he decided he would give it them. "... Is more painful and lasting. It is not for the weak of heart, and a mark one carries for the rest of their life. Cicero can give this, too, but think whether it is what you really want." He would not let Euron — or his siblings — make these split decisions right now, right here. If they did want it, then he'd let them at least sleep on it. It would possibly be another nail to his coffin, he realised, but Cicero had never cared about such fleeting things as life.