Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

At first, Cicero did not even noticed Damien's approach. An ear canted in his direction, and the words were no surprise to Cicero. He wondered idly if it would be his flesh that they would eat from soon. There was little left on his bones, though; would it be enough?

Leaving his macabre thoughts alone for the moment, Cicero shared, "Perhaps it will not be necessary any longer soon." He did not want to worry his brother; he wanted only to warn Damien for what might come. Cicero did not desire death, but he hoped that if it came to him, he could at least speak with his brother again, like before, to lay by his side and catch up the many months that had been lost between them.

As he looked up, eyes rolling to the corners of guys eyes, this desire was mirrored in his eyes, though he did not speak of it. Damien had been a mystery to Cicero of late, and it was not as easy to read his brother's mind as it had once been.