Dawnlark Plains curiosity

After spending a week or so in Bearclaw Valley, Meldresi's scent was starting to wash off Cicero, although it was not yet gone entirely. A lifetime of living in a dark forest and sleeping beside one's mother rubbed off on one, after all. Cicero was not sure whether he liked his life in Bearclaw Valley more than his life in Blackfeather Woods. He felt like he did not belong here, as though he was a festering blight upon the beautiful lands of the sweet and gentle Scarlett. She seemed eager to have him there, but her reasons were unknown to Cicero.

Feeling like spending some time exploring the lands surrounding the Valley -- while he was here, anyway -- Cicero took a trip to the northwest. The adolescent passed the Creek he'd met Kove at a while ago. It seemed so long ago now. Then he arrived at the frays of large rolling plains. Cicero stood at the plains' edge and watched over. His mismatched eyes stared out into the distance, and when he was sure that there was no one around, Cicero began to search for herbs -- medicine or poison, he did not care, for it was more of a pasttime-spending and part of his exploration of this area than trying to be useful -- along the southern frays of the plains.