Greatwater Lake but in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself

Flourish was returning to the valleys and so for the first time in months, the scout decided to go on a trip out of the pack's territories. He needed to restock his depracated caches, for not all herbs grew in the Woods themselves. And so after crossing the grassy meadow that lead to the greatwater lake he took a sip of water first. He still looked thin and skeletal, ribs showing through his thin fur, but felt at least a little stronger.

Cicero sifted through the grasses at the lake's base, searching for some of the poisons he so craved, anything he knew he could safely take, anything he didn't know and needed to experiment on. Anything to feel something, really, because time was running out and he knew he needed it.