Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

Lurking came so natural to him he did not even think to suggest she should stay and lurk nearby after offering the drugged bait. Cicero didn't pick up on any uncomfortable feeling she might have in having had an idea he considered funny; he was rarely ashamed of things (although there were a few things he wished were different, he didn't think it was useful to be ashamed) and didn't recognise the emotion well in others.

Soon they were on their way and she asked him about the cache. "Most wolves cache their food, which means they keep it someplace for later. Cicero keeps caches for poisons, in case they are needed. Plants grow in different times of the year." He continued to lead the way, walking slowly so it was easy for her to keep up, until they reached a cache, which wasn't a very far walk. He glanced back at Maegi a moment before turning to a tree. Cicero jumped up against the tree with his forepaws and ducked his head into a hollow in its trunk.

When he landed back onto the ground Cicero dropped down a few dried plants. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. "This," he said as he carefully nosed a dried, frumpy looking plant. "It is most poisonous when it is fresh, so remember the shape. Touching it causes blisters and wounds, rubbing it into wounds will make them infect badly." A thing he had done regularly; on himself.