Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

When she suddenly turned on him Cicero saw his sister's face. He had not seen her so enraged, the calm façade fallen off completely now. Ears flattened and he made himself small but fell as he found himself stuck to her. She could not reach what she wanted because of it but his face was free game now, teeth landing to grab his legs a few times and tear through the skin on his face like a knife through butter. He knew his face would heal soon but he knew that there had been irrepairable damage done, somehow — that much was clear to him now.

Blood seemed to be everywhere and he did not see as he had closed his eyes to protect the delicate orbs from tearing. He did not speak nor try to defend himself by any other means than to turn away, figuring he had deserved this and, truthfully, enjoying the pain that landed upon him for it quenched the guilt he felt for something the beast had surely done; that he, a part of him, had surely done.

It was only when he would be free of her body that he would turn and run away as quick as he could to try and get away while trying to blink the blood from his eyes.