Meadowlark Prairie turn your wounds into wisdom

set at meadowlark prairie, between redhawk caldera and blackfeather woods (: AW!

Now that the herds were returning and things were looking up, Cicero enjoyed taking strolls from the pack territories again. He still slept in Damien's den, but perhaps it had become more of a custom thing now than a necessity. He enjoyed being close to his brother very much, and had missed him dearly in the many months that he had slept alone. To be able to fall asleep with his face nestled against Damien's fur was a privilege he now enjoyed and appreciated even more than before, and one that he intended to keep this time.

It was around dusk that Cicero crossed into meadowlark prairie, a place previously bleak and empty due to the locusts, but was now starting to grow again. It was good to see that plants were returning, and with them, so were the herds. Cicero sifted through the plants, looking for something good. He found a piece of poison ivy after some searching, and looked around to see if no one was near before he intended to chew on at least a small part of it. As he sniffed the plant the familiar itchy and painful tingle on his nose was felt. How he had missed his green friends.