Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

A bit of PP to keep things moving, let me know if you think it's too much and I'll be happy to edit!

Damien's eyes shifted away from his brother as he asked a macabre question. Damien hadn't thought about that question too much himself, nor did he like to wonder about such things. He did not, indeed, take the question well, for he was sensitive about his brother being in such state. Damien wondered if his brother was punishing him for distancing himself, was he trying to make him feel more guilty?

"The void," answered Damien coldly after a long silence, clearly uncomfortable with Cicero's choice of subject. "That's where we will meet mother again, if that's what you're asking..." Damien was trying to deflect the subject from Cicero, and focusing it on something that neither of them could do anything about. The dark boy constantly found himself thinking about his mother and how much he wanted her to be alive, but it was clear now that he had more important things, real life things to care about, like the well-being of his alive family. There was no room for depression anymore.

"Wait here, I'll get you something to eat..." instructed Damien as they got to his den. There was enough space for both Damien and Cicero to fit in, so he helped his brother inside and walked out to hunt. He was lucky, for once, and found a racoon digging something out of the ground, distracted enough for Damien to approach and end it's life with a brusque turn of his neck. Then he brought it back to the den and dropped it in front of Cicero, making a huge effort not to devour the thing himself.... He was starving.

oh, forgot to say the hunt was a success, as rolled here: link!