Blackfeather Woods eye of the beholder

It would not please his new King, Cicero knew, but Cicero had spirited himself away from Damien's den and taken a small rabbit's leg he had left from what Damien had most recently brought him. With the food in his mouth and hunger still clawing away at him, his ribs sticking out and his movements tedious and tired, Cicero made his way towards @Malice and @Burke 's den. He had never wanted for it to go down this way, dragged along in something he had no realisation was happening. He had realised it too late because of the state that he had been in, and now it was too late.

Cicero knew he needed to get to strength, and he felt — not out of ambition, for he had none, but out of necessity for his brother and for his pack — that he or someone alike him should stand beside Damien, someone that could be his voice of reason. Nemesis would only fuel his fire, and Cicero wondered if it had perhaps been a mistake to ever place her in a higher rank at all. Not because he disliked her, but because he could not gauge her, and in combination with Damien, an equally closed book and a firecracker herself. Alone, with an advisor by their side, they would have both been fine. But together? Cicero was not so sure that was a good idea. Yet he had not shared any of this with anyone — he had only told Damien that night that he had to know, in his heart, who should stand beside him. Yet if Damien could not admit his love for Cicero, or the depth it ran in, then how could he admit to himself that it would be wise to have a counterpart by his side?

Thoughts swarmed Cicero and he wished he had someone to spar with. Once at strength perhaps an outriding trip would be in order to clear his head. But what would happen in his absence? With the strict curfews that Damien had put upon Malice, there were other things far more present on Cicero's mind. He needed to find a way to protect Malice and her children, for he would not have Malice banished and her children taken for the Brotherhood's cause. One could only take and use what was rightfully theirs, and these children were not. Cicero did not think to receive much sympathy from Burke and Malice, but that did not mean that he no longer supported their cause.

Regardless of whether they would be friendly or hostile, they needed food and as he had done before, as what had gotten him to his disheveled state in the first place, Cicero decided it should be spared from his own mouth, for now.

As he arrived at their den with the rabbit's leg — it wasn't much, but he had eaten some of the rabbit and this he could spare without falling over himself — put down the leg and then chuffed to announce his presence.