Blackfeather Woods no one but you

Lost in thoughts, Cicero wandered through Blackfeather Woods. The wounds on his face and chest had healed, leaving faint scabs that would soon meld into nothingness, and Cicero thought of the night before he and Damien had captured Grimnir. He was no fool; he knew that just because his brother had said 'I love you', it did not mean he felt the same as Cicero. However, he could not forget the exhillarating feeling of his tongue rolling past his brother's lips and it brought forth a shiver to think of it. He wanted more.

There were many things Cicero could do. He could see if he could provide anything for his mother, who had recently given birth. He could sort through his poison and healing herbs and fill his caches. He could look up Kove, who had recently rejoined after Bearclaw Valley had fallen. There were many things he could do, but instead of any of them, Cicero just wandered through a narrow path that wound through the dark forest, lost in his lustful thoughts.