Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

Looking over Kendra had given him a purpose of sorts and Cicero was glad that they had had their encounter. As he sifted through a package of herbs he had found just outside of Blackfeather Woods Cicero thought back to it, for he had been in a similar position when she had come across him. He looked over his shoulder, almost as though expecting Kendra to come pouncing from the shadows once more, but no one was there this time; no one was looking on from the shadows.

Cicero still stayed at @Damien 's den, even though he was no longer in any real danger. The plants had returned and with them, the prey. He still looked thinner than he did before, and would need some time to get to his full health, but was in no immediate danger any longer, so long as there was no second plague of locusts here this year.

He was not far from Damien's den today when he unwrapped the package of herbs and sifted through them. He shifted aside from poison ivy, his nose prickling with the familiar itch or its blisters, before he picked out a small piece of Jimson Weed. Dangerous, he knew, but he was in the safe confines of Blackfeather Woods and so he started to chew on a leaf he plucked off the plant, and waited for the pleasant tingle of pain to catch him right before his head would begin to swim.