Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

"Hmm," Cicero hummed to himself as he looked at Scamp's enthusiasm. He did not seem to truly register the words, but it was okay that he did not. He had still lead Cicero to new thoughts and possibilities in the future, and perhaps his innermost thoughts would prove to be as liberating as they felt when he said them out loud to Scamp.

Cicero lay down at the den's mouth then and looked at Scamp, accepting a moment of silence between them while they both waited for Damien to arrive.