Blackfeather Woods courage is knowing what not to fear

A smile could not help but creep upon the philosopher's face as Damien growled and settled on the ground, back towards Cicero, but close enough to know it would not last until the morning light. Cicero placed his head softly besides Damien's forelegs, pressing his back against his brother's, and closed his eyes, ready for some sleep. He felt tired and his eyes heavy, and he was not sure he would even survive through the night. It was perhaps for that very reason that he was certain Damien's frustration would not last long; he would be happy enough to see Cicero alive in the morning. Time would tell if the nourishment would do its work.