Blackfeather Woods dwindling

Then there were the children, of course. Used to stalking others, Cicero noticed at some point that a figure slipped through the dark woods, always there. He did not know how long the child had been there, and was not sure whether he should feel proud or disgusted to find his child held some of the same qualities he possessed when it came to stalking.

"Hmm," he murmured, afore wondering aloud: "Cicero should not forget to share the plans to sacrifice Euron in the secret meeting later." A thin smile breached the neutral facade, unable to hide amusement, while he continued walking, curious what the boy would do next, but making sure he remained with a general idea of where the boy was. He should teach him some new tricks when it came to spying; it was not easy using the shadows when you were both black and white.