Blackfeather Woods Farewell

Cicero said his goodbyes in silence, too. It worried him a little, the small sorrow he felt. It felt like it was surrounded by a crust of darkness, as if he could not quite access his grief. When Damien came over to lick him, Cicero briefly rubbed the side of his head against Damien's. He longed for more, and almost did he suggest they go somewhere else together, but he was distracted by the soft touch of hairs to his paw.

Cicero looked down upon his younger sister. She seemed to care little, still small and driven by instinct and survival. It was strange to think she would not even really know her own mother growing up. Cicero moved his nose down to the ground and licked the top of her head. He would be there for Kendra and Pietro when needed.