Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Malice shared information about how herbs had been kept at her old home; a sentiment that felt naïve to Cicero because of the way she mentioned the herbs had been for healing. He grinned briefly as he shared, "Cicero is better at breaking things with herbs rather than fix them." Once he had shown his interests in both areas and he was still knowledgeable enough towards fixing things with herbs, but it did not hold his interest as much.

He was loathe to admit that she was right. Yet he had always been one for trying. Cicero did not realise Malice's words were based partially on her own discomfort, but as luck would have it they neared one of his caches anyway.

"Here," said Cicero, and he moved to a spot that carried the scent of his urine. After sniffing the ground briefly, Cicero scratched the earth to unearth a few dried, scrappy looking herbs. It wasn't much, but it was something.