Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

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Along with the scent of Cicero close, his voice suddenly rang out behind him. His tail began to wag, and he backed out of the den to face the other man with a grin. He understood one word: Damien, and the way it was said was in question. With a dip of his head in a crude nod, Scamp wondered where his Dark Master went when he was nowhere to be found. It was usually then that he left the territory for a few hours, but today presented him with Cicero. He was unaware of the man's thoughts of him, blissfully happy to simply have a purpose.