Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Suddenly, with the most gross sound Damien had ever heard, the patchworked boy threw up just a few steps away from him. The disgust was evident in the night child's face and somehow he still found it amusing. His nose wrinkled and he turned away. And then, pulled away by Cicero, the pup fled the scene, trying to remove that picture from his memory.

Still giggling and feeling sick, the dark pup looked back at his brother to anmswer his question. He hadn't, in fact, taken the joke very kindly, but probably Cicero wouldn't even mind Damien either. "No... Damien doesn't..." he didn't know if Cicero realized how funny he sounded when he talked, he was a different boy, there was no doubt about that.

The night child took his brother's nudge, and then he returned it with affection. Cicero was his only brother, and he loved him anyhow. "Burke is teaching me how to dodge attacks from any opponent!" he barked rather excitedly, "It's weird sometimes because I have to do the exercises without an opponent, but he says I'm getting better at it..." the pup explained. He knew that Cicero's interest on his training was legit, and he liked sharing his experiences with his brother. "Wanna see how it works?" he barked, jumping to a playful bow and swinging his tail in the air.