Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

The woods were unruly, and there were whispers of all sorts of trouble stirring. These whispers were brought with the many prisoners that they gathered, but Cicero's own interests were not with current affairs presently; he mostly cared about how things were with his dear brother and sister, the former a bit dearer than the latter but the latter earned more through guilty conscience than the former. He thought of the pups she had birthed and wondered how they were doing and where they were headed. He had not sought them out yet, had bothered mostly with @Damien when he was allowed, had tried to make his brother come back to this world again.

Today was the first time that he actively sought out the spiderling glen where @Maegi, @Ramsay and @Euron were kept. Ragged ears swiveled back and forth as he neared it, afraid he may run into the presence of @Potema or @Vaati, but also eager to see how the children were faring, and how healthy they were — he had witnessed them only from afar, but that would change today. His mind was hazed by poisons he had taken not long before and perhaps that was what drove him there today.