Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Teeth hit their mark perfectly, but they did not snap down on flesh, catching only fur. Cicero laughed along with Damien, for he did not fear pain -- and often welcomed it, for it made him feel sharp and alive -- and neither did he mind losing. Cicero especially did not mind losing when it made Damien feel good about himself for winning. Besides, Cicero had learned from young age that he could not best his brother in a fight, for Cicero's strengths simply did not lay within the physical department.

When Damien said that Cicero was doing it wrong and nudged Cicero's head, a shiver ran down Cicero's spine. He briefly closed his duo-toned eyes, enjoying the moment of closeness to Damien a moment longer before his brother would get off him and come up with another plan.

When Damien spoke of his mission, Cicero was distracted from his own thoughts and he looked at Damien. "What mission?" asked Cicero and he looked at Damien with a dark smirk on his face, curious what he could help his brother with today.