Blackfeather Woods dwindling

Cicero nodded as Euron confirmed that he usually pounced and scared others, rather than snuck. It reminded him of himself at that age — or what he remembered of his youth, anyway — what with the joking manner in which he seemed to enjoy pouncing and sneaking up on others. Those days had been so different from the rest of his life. The biggest reason he remembered them was because Potema once said that she wished he would smile more like he used to as a child. No longer so eager to see his smile, now.

Eager to learn, too. "The darkness of the forest is easy to be used. The trick is to move slowly and steadily, for a fast target will draw one's eyes to that target, and so will an uneven gait." He paused momentarily and clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth while he thought. "Shall we practise?" He then proceeded towards the dark trees beside the road he had been following and snuck into the shades there. Cicero waited for Euron to join him before he started moving slowly and at steady pace, making sure to stay within the shaded parts of the woods as he looked out over the empty road and watched how Euron was doing.