Blackfeather Woods different kind of happy

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Bane looked down to his son with a smile and a warm chuckle, and stopped for a second to let the pride that Cicero lit inside him take over his emotions. As a very inexperienced first-time father, Bane saw everything his children did, for as little as it was, as a great accomplishment, they were just the best kids ever, a little bit different perhaps, but the best regardless.

A branch cracked on their left, and Bane's head turned sharply towards the source of the sound. One of the white deer was close, wandering directionless through the woods. With a gentle pat on his back, Bane pushed Cicero towards the sound, instructing with his his muzzle where to stalk. Not a sound came out of his mouth, he was silent, showing Cicero how to behave, and expectant of what his secondborn's reaction would be.

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