Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Cicero was not much of a fighter himself; at least not in the same way that Damien was. Cicero was smaller than his brother and most other wolves, and so he did not bother to train day and night to become something he was not. He liked tactics and fighting moves, for being nimble did not mean Cicero was bad in a fight, but did not train with the same fervor as his brother. He admired Damien for it, though. The teasing was taken lightly with a grin, for Cicero was used to it and did not mind. It wouldn't make him change, however, for his strange ways were driven by something deeper than his own will.

When Damien spoke of his training, Cicero listened with interest and nodded occasionally. Burke had really stepped up into their lives, much to Cicero's curiosity and interest. He wondered how things would proceed.

Cicero nodded when Damien asked if he would like to see. "Yes, that would be good." Damien could be rough when fighting, even in practise, but Cicero did not mind. He would be interested to learn a few good tactics, although he estimated that Damien would mostly show what he had learned, instead of teaching on. Maybe Cicero would have to ask Burke some day.