Blackfeather Woods hit me up

Damien had been anticipating his brother's approach this time, and so Cicero's touch was welcomed with a warm embrace. The dark prince could simply see that there was something troubling the philosopher, and he worried. There had been a constant flow of dull emotions from every direction in Blackfeather Woods, and Damien was concerned about everything. He couldn't allow his reign to be the last reign in the dark forest.

He pulled his brother closer, offering his support as he lead the way inside the den. It was getting cold, closer every day to winter, and there was nothing he wanted more than to share his space with Cicero. "I'm glad," he said warmly and settled in the cold floor. He stayed silent for a moment, giving time to his brother to curl himself around him like he surely would, and then allowed himself to ask again. "I need my speaker to tell me everything," he suggested, looking intensely into his brother's mismatched eyes.