Blackfeather Woods Helping Hands

Cicero nodded at Venus' mention of his name. She had a peculiar fur pattern; not because it was strange for a wolf, but because he had not met many - if any at all - Blackfeather wolves with tan agouti furs. When he was little, there had been mostly black and white wolves, with his patchwork pattern falling somewhere in the middle of those. Cicero considered Burke's request for a moment, for in a way it was not only a request to Venus, but to him as well. Burke would unlikely take it kindly were he to refuse and simply vanish back into the forest where he had come from.

"Yes." It probably wasn't hard to find him, considering his appearance, if he wished to be found. "Why does Venus want to learn about herbs?" asked Cicero, his face remaining stoic as he looked at Venus, curious for her reasons, as well as what parts of herbalism she wanted to know of.