Blackfeather Woods Helping Hands

Cicero had not met wolves before that were sick all the time. Well, not physically, anyway. He gave Venus a once-over and could not find much at fault with her presently, and so he wondered if it was something that came and went. Yet she mentioned only wanting to repay what was given to her by learning of healing herbs, so perhaps it was not relevant what herbs it was that she needed, herself. She was not here to talk or ask about that, and so Cicero decided to let the subject rest with a nod.

"Venus wants to learn of healing herbs, then? Potema would have been better for this..." Cicero looked contemplative, realising that she was no longer an option to teach anyone anything, and he added: "But Cicero will have to do." His knowledge of herbs was extended beyond poisons, of course, but poisons were his main forte. Cicero glanced at Venus and then around the forest as he said: "Winter takes away many good plants, but Cicero thinks that some mushrooms may still be around." Without waiting to see if she would follow he started a trot, following a trail through the forest while he checked left and right of the path to see if there were any mushrooms, good or bad, around (or maybe even plants if they were lucky).