Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

The two odd ones started a fight, it seemed, though the girl did not respond to escalate it and so it all fizzled out soon with her leaving. He watched as she started moving about the glen easily, seeming to have forgotten about the fight already. It was good that there was a level-headed type too; the dark boy reminded him of Damien, when it came to temper. An admirable quality, yet one that could be difficult to handle at times. He wondered if these children would face the same adversities that he and his siblings had. They had always been close, closer than most other siblings, but perhaps too close for the standards of some. Although he seemed to be the odd one out in that regard...

He watched as the pups dispersed now that the fight was over. "See you later, bring you some food," he promised even though they could not hear. Cicero picked up the pebble and started to leave the spiderling glen, leaving the pups be for now.