Blackfeather Woods different kind of happy

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Slowly walking with his son between his front paws, Bane got deeper into the shadows. Crows fluttered above their heads, and -intentionally- Bane jerked his head towards the sounds to make sure Cicero was paying attention to each and every one of them. Both Bane and Meldresi had high hopes of seeing all of their children become avid members of the Brotherhood, and the art of sneakiness was just one of the requirements to be a Dark Brother, Bane wanted to make sure that the pups knew how to move without being noticed. Every now and then, the large northerner would stop to sniff the many scents in the air, and his eyes moved from side to side, keeping track of even the smallest movements around him, all of it hoping for his son to mimic the behaviors that one day would find essential for survival.

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