Blackfeather Woods step or stone, breath or bone

Cicero was amused when the brown wolf didn't instantly find him among the shadows; his sneaking was going well, it seemed. The brown wolf's answer was disappointing, though, for Cicero had hoped that it was a herb that changed the colouration of fur so that he could use it for being even better at sneaking and spying on others. Mud turned you brown, though; while it was a sorry second, Cicero remembered this, in case he ever needed a drastic change of person.

It appeared the wolf was 'just' brown; something that intrigued Cicero, for he thought it to be a rair trait, knowing very few brown wolves thus far in his short life. "Brown wolftoy tells Cicero about what herbs do?" queried Cicero from the shadows, for it sounded like he knew his stuff; if he knew that there was no such herb to make a wolf brown, then surely he knew a lot about them.