Blackfeather Woods lay your hands on me while i'm bleeding dry

Inari sounded like he was leaving the area, which was regrettable, but ultimately Cicero understood if he were to go. Cicero wished there was more he could have done for the male, considering the cruel way that fate had pushed them together, if only for a limited amount of time. He nodded in silent understanding, then, and turned his gaze towards the borders. Perhaps he would have left, too, if he did not have Damien here.

"Good luck. Cicero hopes Inari will find a place with more food." He dipped his head briefly and then turned around to vanish in the shadows of Blackfeather Woods without another word, his silent good byes already conveyed.