Blackfeather Woods stay high

Sorry for taking this long! <3<3

The memory of him was full of sensations. It was still a blur, a foggy image, but the conversations he'd had with whoever he'd crossed paths with since his return had made it clear that Cicero wasn't only Damien's brother... He'd been an important part of his life as well. But he felt too guilty for not remembering him fully to seek him out yet, and so he'd made his damn best to avoid contact with him until his memories ere back, as he had with practically everyone else but Potema. And still, his sneaking techniques would never surpass those of his brother.

Cicero caught the dark prince off-guard as it was to be expected. Damien was ignoring his surroundings while taking his share from a cache and enjoying it too much to see that he'd been found, and did not until Cicero was too close to dodge. He dropped the half-eaten deer leg at the sound of his brother's pawsteps and turned his head to seek his figure as it materialized from shadows. The look in his eyes was full of guilt, full of shame, to contrast with that smug smirk that always seemed to decorate the speaker's face. "brother?" he called, an attempt at a greeting that left an odd taste in Damien's mouth.