Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

He was busy with the task at hand as he sifted through the underbrush looking for poisonous herbs, but he was nevertheless easily alerted by the stranger's presence. A single ear swiveled back at first as he heard the footfalls in the distance and when he noted the man's ears perk forth as though searching for contact from the corner of his eye, Cicero turned around to look at him. He licked his lips in thought while he observed the other.

He was a hefty amount bigger and stronger looking than Cicero, who, since the famine, still looked like he could keel over any moment now, even though he had restrengthened himself. He had never looked strong or healthy before even though he had been healthy enough last winter, so Cicero did not worry overly much. Perhaps because he did not fear death much.

Pulled from the fleeting thought, Cicero chuffed to announce his presence to the strong looking man. "Looking for something?" he asked, surprisingly conversationally that day, while his face remained stoic and unfeeling, giving him a ghostly appearance because of his thin form and strange markings.