Blackfeather Woods Farewell

The last few weeks had been lost to Cicero; he did not remember what had happened, or what he had done. When he had awakened it was with the smell of blood in his nostrils and dead animals in his teeth, torn beyond recognition. Cicero did not remember killing them or shredding them apart; but Damien and another pack mate, Nemesis, had been there. He had not shared this information with anyone; he was not proud of the time he had forgotten, and as for the encounter with the foxes, Cicero simply pretended he did it to help Damien. Maybe those lost days would return to Cicero eventually.

His own worries were easily shed when he was faced with the death of his mother. Damien's voice captivated Cicero's attention before he arrived at the Alpha den, his pleas falling to deaf ears, and at that moment Cicero already knew what had transpired. Sadness fell over him, a sad expression tugging his face down as he lingered outside of the den. It would not do to cluter, and so Cicero waited outside of the den for Damien, so that he could offer his brother physical and emotional comfort. Meanwhile, he glanced at Burke, silently offering him condolences as well with a sad expression on his face.

All life passed, and it seemed that Mephala had come to claim that of his mother. Even if it was all part of this world, Cicero could not help but feel sad anyway.