Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

he was on his way there and nearby, not at the clearing/tree (yet) :)

As he was nearing on the spore tree, Cicero noticed an approach, and one ear flitted to the side to catch her movement through the brush before she reached him in full. As Malice's face appeared through the trees, a smile flitted across Cicero's face at seeing the familiar face. The only thing that he liked less about her joining the pack was that it meant his ties with Moonlit Hills weren't as strong as he'd like — though he had met Sage a couple of times, and if she had taken over the pack, perhaps he could still be of help if ever they needed anything — now that Malice was here.

"So the rumours are true," said Cicero, a playful smile dancing across his narrow face. "Does Malice care to join Cicero in looking for herbs?" Cicero glanced in the direction of the clearing where the weeping willow stood, but he knew that it would not be a good idea to look there. There were more rumours than simply Malice joining the pack lingering about; and he himself had once passed out by inhaling too much, so it would be unwise to go there with her. It would have to wait for another time. In the meantime, he could test Malice's knowledge of herbs and see if there was anything she could teach him, or if she had interest in learning.