Blackfeather Woods darkest days

Cicero looked into Damien's eyes when they stood nearly nose-to-nose, and listened to what Damien had to say about his mission. He nodded in a silent promise not to tell Potema while his heart pounded in his chest, waiting for Damien to spill the beans on the mission.

The assault on Potema had not gone unnoticed, and he had helped to patch Potema back up, but at the same time, Cicero had accepted that what had happened was alright. Their mother had not punished the only wolf who could have done such a thing, and with that, Cicero assumed that meant that the pack was okay with attacks on other wolves. He did not care. Most wolves did not care to assault Cicero, anyway, and if they did, well, he had some surprise dinner for them.

So when Damien said they should take revenge upon the wolf that had attacked Potema, Cicero was somewhat surprised. However, he liked the idea, thinking it a good idea to punish the wolf in question. The pack was not all dark, after all, and once the three children would no longer have their mother to rely on, the pack still needed to be run. Their way.

In whispered tones, the patchwork youngster said, "I do." Cicero thought back to the capped mushrooms he and Burke had happened across earlier when they were exploring. He wondered if Grimnir would be stupid enough to eat them, but then, it was likely that he, like many wolves, did not eat mushrooms at all. The only way to make him eat something like that would be if he were hurt and Cicero would tell him it was medicine. Even then, it was a long shot.

"What's your plan?" whispered Cicero as he looked into Damien's eyes, wondering how his brother intended to take down Grimnir.