Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Cicero had not once considered his words were perhaps not clear enough, but an ear tilted towards Malice as she asked her question. Ah. He glanced backwards, his face revealing little emotion as he answered, "Buried. Most caches were in hollow trees or underneath stones, but they were all taken by the bugs. Yet some herbs were buried. Their quality is not as good as the ones in open air, but there should still be some." Cicero glanced around the barren floors of the Woods and said, "If none are found that are still alive." It was unlikely.

There were yet other things that he considered, and one of them was that dried herbs had seeds in them. "Maybe there will be some seeds for Kendra." Cicero himself was not one for creating gardens, but he knew that his younger sister was.