Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

There was something uncomfortable in the beast's mannerisms, and it intrigued Cicero. He guessed to be the source of this feeling, but did not care much for it. The wolf disclosed that he was only passing through, and Cicero guessed him a loner; perhaps looking for a place to stay throughout winter before the icy cold would swallow him awhole? Cicero stared at him with mismatched eyes, a certain audacity in the way he beheld the male, though his body was carried neutrally as he was not looking for a quarrel.

As the question came, Cicero smiled briefly before returning to his previous stoicism and answered, "Looking to save some herbs before winter's chill will take the lands entirely." He studied the male's face, wondering if he held an interest in such things, or if plants were merely plants to him.