Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

A growl rumbled in Cicero's throat when Grimnir insulted Damien. Damien actually stayed reasonable in the light of Grimnir's words, which did not make much sense to Cicero. Grimnir was not even sorry, not even in the light of the danger in which he was. His soul had to be especially black if he could not even summon a simple emotion such as fear to the forefront of his mind -- an emotion that might have saved him here. No fear, no mercy.

"Perhaps Grimnir needs a little encouragement in order to start answering the questions," Cicero spoke, eyes narrowing as he looked at Grimnir. There was no escape, and he would pay respect and answer their questions; one way or another. "Perhaps Cicero should take some of the useless apendages Grimnir has if he won't be honest." Cicero had expected his brother to have attacked Grimnir by now, what with the cocky manner that Grimnir spoke to him. Cicero was a patient wolf, but he was also a smart wolf and that meant he understood that there were chances they would be found out. He wanted to have the deed done before then.