Blackfeather Woods hit me up

The nights were colder without him there, but Damien had not approached Cicero to ask why he had left the den. He had grown used to his brother's unpredictability, and would rather allow him to do things his way than to push him to do something he didn't want and end up driving him away. And so he'd slept alone and cold for days.

His voice awakened him, and he was quick to come, emerging from the den followed by his dancing tail behind him. "What's wrong?" he asked as he noticed the grim look in his brother's eye, and the gleeful sway of his tail came to a stop. It was hard to read the philosopher's emotions, but Damien knew his brother well enough to notice those little things.