Bearclaw Valley sundown it's time to feed it

It was good to have his paws and his freedom back again. Cicero ventured out into the wilds, crossing the mountains to look for things he could bring Damien and the pack. Mostly, though, he was out there for himself; to bring himself freedom and to allow his paws to find their way through the valleys, to simply walk without trouble.

He was not sure how it was that he found himself in Bearclaw Valley, a place of much history for the Blackfeather wolves, and he and his siblings in particular. He stood in silence for a moment at its entrance, where once a strong scent barrier had been formed by Scarlett and Kove. Now there was none, a forgotten valley, simply. Then he ventured forth, driving himself towards the insides of the valleys, for he had remembered where to find some poisons during his time here.

Just as he trailed along the river and noted a patch of water hemlock not far from him, Cicero also noted another wolf there. He made his way towards the plant and sniffed it to inspect, while presumably the other would draw nearer.