Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

The anticipation of something great was perhaps even better than actually getting there in the end. This moment once more proved that fact to Cicero, he realised while he danced with Damien and nipped at his tail.

Perhaps it was because he was genuinely too slow, or perhaps it was because he intentionally lost his footing; Cicero felt his feet slip from underneath him as Damien's next attack was more fruitful than the first. He awaited was what was to come, welcoming the pain of his head thudding to the ground and his brother's teeth at his nape.