We're running 'round like we don't care

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@Cicero (and @Baldur too) Finally! So sorry for the delay in this thing, let's get on it!
This takes place about a couple days after the storm and it's located on the southern borders of Blackfeather, almost in Lion's Head Mesa.

Things were fucked up. First, Mother was not seen before or after the storm and her location was unknown, which also applied for Potema. Then, Damien and Cicero had had no option other than to avoid being caughte by the flood again and had to turn south and away from the group, the water on their heels, and lastly, Damien's secret hideout was most likely completely flooded with smelly waters. All of this whole thing was a mess.

But al least they had one advantage. Damien and Cicero had been lucky enough to get stranded with no less than Grimnir's favorite child, a dark pup named Baldur. The pup, although loud and smelly and overall a complete pain in the ass, was probably the first step towards taking revenge over the bastart that was his father. Damien knew that Cicero had his own doubts, but Damien considered whatever bad could happen to Baldur, as some may say, an eye for an eye.

"Shut up!" Damien shouted at the pup who had been whimpering for some reason since dawn. It was driving him crazy, and only gave him more reasons to want to scarf the little bastard. "Make him stop!" he told Cicero. Damien knew nothing about pups, nor did he care for that matter, but it seemed to be a disadvantage in this scenario.