Blackfeather Woods it's time

maybe @Nemesis ?

After his latest experiment turned out rather potent, Cicero had gathered some of the mushrooms, careful not to ingest any more of them, and stored some in his caches. Pietro had seemed outraged by his experiments, and Cicero wondered if Burke and Nemesis would head him were he to tell them of it. Cicero did not really think much of it, nor did he care for it. He had never been one to conform who and how he was to anyone else. Not even his pack. What he did was not always logical, but it always had reasons, and so there were also reasons behind ingesting plants he did not know yet. Information. Research. Science.

Pain.

After gathering a fourth of this particular mushroom, Cicero arrived at his most hidden poison cache. He pulled some of the leaves and dirt from the hollowed out tree and put the mushroom in. Cicero licked his lips and wondered if it would fill him with pain again just to taste the fragment of the mushroom. The lack of knowing was exhilarating somehow, and though he felt nothing yet Cicero started to dig the earth and leaves back on top of the hole in the the hollowed out tree, content with his gatherings so far.