Blackfeather Woods darkest days

It wasn't a surprise tackling Cicero down, Damien knew that his brother's technique wouldn't best his, and he had that hypnotic effect in his eyes that would distract even the best warriors. So when his teeh touched the black -and some of the white- pelt of the patchwork pup, he was more than ready to... Not bite.

Damien burst into giggles as he pinned his brother down, he would never get bored of subduing his siblings, but he wasn't mocking Cicero, it was all a joke that only him, in his own perfectionist and superiority(complex) ways understood.

"You're doing it all wrong, Cero!" he laughed, nudging his brother's head with his cold nose. He knew it wouldn't make a difference to explain how it worked all over again, so he opted for not doing so, and instead, he got up with a new idea.

"You're not a warrior, Cero. But there's something I know you're good at, and that would help me a lot with a mission I have..." the night child stated with a sly smirk and a malicious look.