Blackfeather Woods i don't know if i am real without you

Gaze turned towards the chuff and Cicero reopened his eyes. He looked down at the wound on his leg while blisters started to form, pleased with the effects; what long term would bring he did not yet know, but for now the wounds were looking much worse than when he would expose the poison ivy to regular skin, especially if it had fur.

"Ah, the quiet wolf," mused Cicero, and he looked at her inquisitively, even though he knew he would receive no answer. It would have been convenient had anyone told Cicero what she was looking for, but they had not, and so he had no way of knowing what she was here for.