Blackfeather Woods darkest days

One of Cicero's ears turned backwards as Damien approached from the den, calling out his name. He turned his head briefly, but when he felt the hacking coughs return, Cicero quickly turned his head away from his brother. While Damien told him he might die one day to the plants he ate, curious for their effects and fully aware they might kill him some day, Cicero turned his head away from Damien and threw up on the ground. Cicero then turned and walked a few steps towards Damien to save both their noses from the pugnant stench of the throw-up.

Cicero could not help but smirk at Damien's words: both protective as well as smart-ass. "Cicero knows," he assured his brother, though it was evident from the tone in his voice that he did not intend to stop eating plants. "Does Damien ever get tired of knowing better?" Cicero grinned, the words clearly intended as a joke, although Cicero knew his brother might not think them as funny as he did. Upon approach, Cicero briefly nudged Damien's shoulder in greeting. "How is Damien's warrior training going?"