Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

Cicero waited for Grimnir to step forward into the clearing. His muscles were tense and he kept an eye out on Grimnir as he dashed forward. Soon he would find out that Baldur was not actually in the tree -- well, not this tree anyway, as it would be far too dangerous for his intestinal system -- but by then, it would be too late. Cicero hoped the effect would be the same as it was on him that time he had come here. At least he was all the way to the tree; that helped. Soon Grimnir's legs were beginning to give in, and a smile spread across Cicero's face.

Duotoned eyes sought for Damien in the shades, and he flicked his tail when he found his dark brother. When Grimnir fell to the ground, Cicero took a deep breath and trotted out onto the clearing with long, fast strides. He assumed that Damien would be by his side soon so that they could pull Grimnir out and away together. They could not avoid ingesting some of the spores, but Cicero would hold his breath as long as he could, and he knew a small dose would not leave them too weak to drag Grimnir if they moved quick.

fine with me -- though i'm in gmt+1 so i may not be able to be there in your evening as it'll be night for me... it would be nice if we can get this concluded asap though.