Blackfeather Woods don't you know

The ounce of praise he’d received for his completion of mimicking the elder male brought a grin across his face. He enjoyed being told when he did good, or being notified by his accomplishment of something. It felt nice, and gave his ego an unnecessary boost each and every time. The feeling was short lived, however, as Cicero moved around and knocked into him with his head. It’d taken him off guard, the maneuver completely unexpected. He stumbled slightly, body rocking back and forth for a second as if it was trying to decide if he’d be taking a nose dive or not. In the last second, just as his weight started to shift farther forward that before, he managed to regain his balance. The space between his legs grew a bit wider, centering his gravity and evening himself out. His gaze flickered to the older boy, then, wanting to know if he’d acted out correctly or not. Had he been meant to topple over? It seemed like an strange way to go about learning, but what did Xan known.