Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Cicero had heard of @Malice joining the pack, and he hoped that soon he would be able to meet her again. A lot had happened and the trees whispered many rumours, but while Cicero enjoyed gossip, he did not enjoy rumours unless heard from the mouths of those involved. What fun was an untrue piece of gossip, after all? He wondered what had happened to Malice's pack, and more importantly, why she had come alone rather than take some of her most loyal along. What had happened to, amongst others, Sage?

The wound on his leg had healed, like it always did, despite the poison ivy. It had taken long, but now Cicero could finally walk freely again. Today he skulked through the Woods' darkest depths, set towards the tree with the spores. He was gathering herbs, officially, but truthfully he was only on his way to the tree so that he could test his limits. Gather information, he would say, but that would be a lie, and whilst a skillful liar, Cicero did not enjoy lying to himself.