Blackfeather Woods the watcher

A smile twitched at Cicero's lips as Kendra seemed to understand his position and withdrew her earlier harsh judgements in silence. He hoped that it would stick and that he had truly taught her something; that she would step forth to ask others next time. Regardless, he had been gone a lot and he was not the most forward wolf himself. He preferred staying in the shadows until summoned. And now Kendra knew to summon him if ever she needed him again or wished for more lessons.

Kendra seemed eager to jump into learning right away, which was a good promise for the lessons that were to follow. "Does Kendra want to learn first of good or bad plants and mushrooms?" he asked, deciding to allow his lesson to hinge on whichever she preferred. Poisons were his specialty, and so he hoped secretly that she would choose those — if Potema were to return some day, she could be the one to teach Kendra more of the healing plants. Cicero knew of them, but he just preferred poisons because they intrigued him more.