Greatwater Lake shards in the water

figured i'd start this for us @Malice :) set before the return to bfw thread.

There was still a limp to Cicero's step from his injured right leg as he walked along the lower half of Greatwater Lake, slowly but surely making his way home. Home was all that was on his mind, and he wondered how things'd be with Damien. It felt like forever since he had seen his brother; probably because he had been hiding, mostly, staying away. Afraid of the touch, afraid of the affection, and ashamed to boot. Maybe it would be different. But Cicero knew it would not be so until he were to make it different himself.

He glanced at the watery frays of the lake as he walked and licked his lips, tired and weary. Besides the scabs that marred his right leg he had various healing wounds and missing fur along the left side of his neck and shoulder from the altercation with the ruddy wolf. Night was slowly starting to settle in and it made Cicero quicken his broken pace in an effort to get home faster, lest he run into anyone unfavourable.