Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

Ah, this wolf was a curious one, Cicero easily deducted while he rid the plant he had found of sand between its roots. He smirked in reply and put the herb down on the ground. "It has yet to show its qualities, if any," Cicero shared with the stranger. "Care to try?" The smirk did not leave his face; perhaps because he knew that the answer would be 'no' regardless. Cicero didn't intend to try it himself, here; he would bring it home and see about trying it there, finding out if it carried any properties of use to him or his sister.