Blackfeather Woods darkest days

I'm loving this thread.

What Cicero was trying to express sounded just as complicated as it might have been right inside his own head. But that's the way the mind of a teenager was supposed to be, right? So, why wasn't Damien doing what the rest of the children his age did? What was different about him? It got him thinking hard, and deeply, as he tried to analyze what made him different from his brother, but he was quickly distracted from those thoughts when his brother suddenly turned close to the borders and finally uncovered his little secret.

"What's the strongest you have?" the dark child asked as he leaned in to take a few sniffs here and there. The herbal matters had never been of much interest to the assassin-to-be, but it certainly had its attractive. Those little weeds and 'shrooms Cicero so meticulously hid had the power to make a wolf desire his own death, and some were probably even strong enough to end a life.

Although killing Grimnir probably was a bit radical Damien still didn't have a sense of boundaries developed enough to know where or when to stop when it came to taking revenge. He wanted the bastard to feel pain, that is all he knew so far.