Bearclaw Valley sundown it's time to feed it

Cicero grinned, pursing his lips as the other wolf found irritation in his words. Why was a good question, but it was not one answered so simply. Cicero guessed he was simply wired that way, made to enjoy the word tricks. And so rather than answer the question, he posed one in return (much, he so guessed, to the other man's dislike): "Why does one enjoy the scent of plants after a spring shower?" He was not sure if this counted for this man in particular, but he knew many enjoyed them, he himself included, and for him riddles were similar. "But Cicero understands not everyone enjoys the art of philosophy."

It was interesting to learn of yet more plants, and Cicero nodded appreciatively at the lesson in opium plants. He did not remember seeing them before, and he mentally mapped the information so that he may look for these plants some time. "The water hemlock is free to take, if one wants it," Cicero said with a playful smirk. "Cicero appreciates the information." He took a small step back from the plant to allow the male to take it, if he so wished.