Greatwater Lake but in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself

Just as Cicero unearthed a herb that he had not seen before and had yet to identify, he heard a chuff nearby and an ear tipped backwards to find out who was behind him. As he turned around he noticed that this was one he did not know by scent nor appearance, and he wondered where her pack was located and what she was doing out here. Perhaps she was a scout, like himself.

"Good day," Cicero said as he put down the herb and his mismatched eyes sought the other's expression. His body language remained neutral, though he looked tense, as though he was ready to run if he needed to.