Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

Slow heart beat thumped in chest though he was not sure for how long it still would. Cicero had found this place, a place of fond memories, Damien's den, so that he could die in peace. He let out a strangled breath and closed his eyes, feeling content knowing that that would be what would happen. He savoured the pain but did nothing to further clean his wounds. It was good this way. The end would be soon, he was sure of it.

Cicero?

A single ear ticked backward, a voice, perhaps the only voice, that would be able to take him from this state of being. "Euron?" He did not yet realised that the other pups were there too. He struggled to turn himself so that he faced the outside of the den, every part of his body aching and begging him to simply turn back 'round and wait for the end to come.