Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

Cicero was on his way through the territories, not at Damien's den presently, though he frequents there a lot. :) i'll just say they ran into each other near to Damien's den instead, with Cic' just arriving now :3

There was little he found at the tree, except that it was growing slowly. He had not come near enough to try its intoxicating perfume, deciding to return home to Damien's den instead. It was there that he noticed the wolf's presence, this Scamp, as Damien called him. He was more of a pet to most, perhaps, but Cicero recognised that he was more a guardian than anything. A being, a thing maybe even in the eyes of Damien — a tool — that he could mould to protect him, no matter what happened. He was not as big a brash fool as he sometimes seemed, Cicero thought with a smile; Damien knew he needed dumb loyalty. He'd seen what happened to Burke.

Ever the observer, Cicero noted, "Looking for Damien?" How disappointed the poor thing would be once he found out it was but Cicero that stood outside the den now.