Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

maybe @Damien ?

Cicero had always been thin, and looked yet thinner due to the thin, poor quality of his fur, but presently he looked much like a walking skeleton, barely alive. Cicero had barely had many efforts to hunt in recent times — there was no food and he knew that Malice needed the sustenance for her upcoming litter, so neither had he taken much from the caches.

Lethargy had taken over Cicero in the past few days. He had settled himself near a stream so that he could get up to drink, but he couldn't find the strength to go hunting and didn't want to take from the caches. Cicero closed his eyes and breathed in deep. He did not fear death, although he had never expected that it might make a grab for him like this. It was not that he had given up already — Cicero wanted to live — but if it would come for him, Cicero would accept it without much struggle.

Time seemed to slow down as Cicero reopened his mismatched eyes and glanced around the forest. It was almost peaceful, if it wasn't for the missing foliage. It was a warm day and the gentle rustle of the nearby creek was calming. Thirst was beginning to grow alongside the hunger, but Cicero couldn't find the strength to get up.