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Cicero stared at the pups and he listened while his siblings asked questions. Scarlett went on to explain their names thereafter, and Cicero continued to observe in silence, watching them. They were so little, and looked barely conscious of the world around them. How fragile and small. How innocent. It was intriguing how all wolves were this small and innocent at one point. Even he.

"They are nice," Cicero said with a smile, although mostly out of etiquette and not because he thought they were very nice. They were small and useless so far. He did not tell her that, though, did not let it show. For all she needed to know, he thought they were nice.