Haunted Wood meet me in the middle

He rustled through some leaves that were left over from last fall, a rare display as the locusts had taken most things in their wake. Yet there was nothing underneath, and a disappointed sigh left his lips as he turned away to look for more elsewhere. So far he had not had much luck, so it was good that they settled in a different dark forest than this one; blackfeather woods had more to offer him than this.

Ears perked up and he lifted his narrow, boy face to look at a female skulking through the woods. She looked angry, and he thought of how she'd have been a possible victim for himself and Kendra if her personality was as fiery as her step.

Yet perhaps she simply had a bad day, and so the patchwork boy turned to look at her and said with a curious tilt of his head, "It looks like there have been better days." There were always solutions to feel better, and Cicero waited to see if there were any that he could assist in.