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

Cicero's words stopped halfway, and he seemed to be arranging his thoughts in silence. Suddenly, the boy's bulb seemed to have lit up, and he started talking again excitedly. His plan seemed like a good one, Damien wouldn't deny it, but he wouldn't deny that he had his doubts about it either. Grimnir probably wasn't stupid enough to pick up on their lies, and if anything went wrong, both their lives would be in danger.

Damien stopped in a brooding silence for a moment, things couldn't be that easy. "And what about the pup? We canot bring him to Lusa if..." but he stopped again. Everything was too silent, Baldur wasn't crying anymore... "BALDUR!"

Damien jumped to take the pup, which was slowly wading away from the brothers. They needed to be more caituous if they truly wanted to use the pup for their plan, they couldn't lose it! Which made him think:

"Maybe we should feed him or something..."