Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

Cicero nodded at Maegi's question. "Not all wolves are strong. Some need to use other skills to kill or maim." His words were void of emotion, cold and calculated. Cicero did not harm any wolf, truthfully; he held to a moral standard, some or other, would not think to harm an innocent yet his guidelines for who was 'bad' enough were loose, to say the least.

Maegi asked if he had any other things and he hummed before saying, "Elsewhere, a different cache. We can check some more later, if you want." Herbs weren't spread very thick in winter, so he didn't have as much and what he had was spread thin across his various caches in the territory. "It is poison ivy. It is not a tree, but it infects and takes over trees, much like the tree in the weeping meadow has been taken over. But here only the plants are poisonous, not the air they exude."