Wild Berry Meadow no power in the world can take away the pain until it is ready to leave

In a way Kendra needed to be careful not to invoke anger within the Woods either, for if she did, they were less likely to believe her would she need to lie about what she had done. On the other hand, would they really care? It was likely they would be proud of her instead, depending on what sort of thing she had done. He hadn't thought catching the rabbit anything special, even though it was; it was one of the first since the famine, now that prey was slowly returning to the lands and he, too, was getting strong enough once more to catch them.

After his instructions, Cicero made a hole in the rabbit just like he had instructed. A little blood came pooling out, but not so much it would make the rabbit's fur too dirty. "Then the herb must be put deep into the hole, so that none sticks out." He started to put in the herb with utmost care. Cicero licked his lips afterward, remnants of the plant getting stuck along his lips, the highly poisonous juice first of all. "And then pull over the rest of the flesh, so that the scent won't betray its poison. As for victims, it is easiest to either offer it reluctantly, possibly after eating a part that has no herbs in it already, so that others think one is simply being thoughtful to share... Or to protect it, and have it taken by a stronger, hungrier wolf." Those was some of the few times his weaker appearance helped Cicero out greatly, for it'd make other wolves think they could steal his things, unknowing that was exactly what he intended for.

*lures other wolves with cookies poisonous rabbit*