Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

She smiled back again, happy to see at least someone that was somewhat happy with her presence. She bowed before him, her sign of respect, since she assumed he had a higher place in the hierarchy than she. She kept a comfortable distance between them, since she now knew she had little to fear of the boy, and it was the other way around too hopefully. While Malice had never been a threat -or at least never wanted to be- to Cicero, she assumed she had been to the Dark Brotherhood when she had settled across the lake. Hmm, she wondered how Moonlit Hills was doing without her.

She nodded at him with a proud, happy smile and an overjoyed glint in her yellow eyes. Even with her scar, she now looked more like a happy potato. They're as true as the stars light up the night sky. She said. Her face lit up by joy turned to one of worry and confusion. As far as she could see, there were no plants near, yet Cicero spoke of herbs. My knowledge of herbs isn't that big, nonexistent perhaps, though I'd like to help out while I still can in any way possible. She answered, a small smile covering her confused face again. She was part of this pack, and therefore would indeed love to help out while her children weren't yet born.