Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

All he desired was to be able to rest now. He would see where that journey would take him, whether it would ensure his life or whether he would not wake up tomorrow. Life was a mystery like that. You never knew what the next day may bring. Yet his brother would not allow him to rest. At the prods to his armpit, Cicero came upright on shaking legs. He knew that a big part of his present state was his own fault. He had not realised how dire the situation was in time, and he should not have experimented so much with the toxins so close before the famine had hit.

A soft sigh escaped his mouth and Cicero leaned against his brother, his legs shaking, while he waited for where they would go and if there was a follow-up plan at all.