Blackfeather Woods different kind of happy

Yes please :I

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The scar on his face was the most painful of all. He could forget about the limping, the bites in his throat, the scratches along his flanks and even the mess that was now the brotherhood mark on his shoulder, but it was like he still felt Scimitar's sharp claws tearing off the skin from his face.

It had been six weeks since the pups' birth, but Bane still couldn't avoid sticking around the den just to make sure everything was going well. He'd already caught two of the pups trying to get a better look at the outside world, he had enjoyed watching them babble around, but there was one little fella' he hadn't quite interacted with yet. Cicero was the middle child, always giggling for one or another reason, but that's just as much as he knew about him, not that he knew much about the other two, tough.

Bane's face laid buried in the snow in an attempt to ease the pain that still numbed the snow warriors face. He was supposed to be watching the den, but he hadn't noticed yet that he had a breakout. A sneaky, giggly, black-and-white little rebel.

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