Blackfeather Woods step or stone, breath or bone

The brown wolf stopped to look at him and said that he was only passing along. Cicero tilted his head and watched as the wolf turned and started to leave. Cicero darted after him through the shades of the woods, trying to be sneaky, though the white patches along his shoulders and other parts of his body easily betrayed Cicero's presence to the alert passerby.

His duo-toned eyes stared out from the frays of the dark forest while he moved alongside where the brown wolf moved. All of a sudden he voiced his thoughts: "Is brown wolf uses a herb to be brown?" Cicero knew that herbs did all sorts of things -- some good, some bad -- and sometimes he put them in his mouth just to see what they would do. He knew there were herbs for ouchies and herbs that made ouchies; it intrigued him, and so he wondered if a herb existed that would make a wolf -- this wolf, any other wolf, or maybe even Cicero (he imagined it would enhance his sneaking!) -- brown.