Hushed Willows Hush little baby don't you cry..

Ibis didn't have the best luck with other people. She certainly hadn't done her due diligence and made friends with anyone outside of her immediate family, and because of her withdrawal she didn't recognize or connect with any of the adults, and likely wouldn't until she herself was much older. She'd smooshed in to the golden-pelted stranger and felt the uncomfortable clunk of her head against a back leg, but that didn't hinder her efforts to get close to this potential father figure (who she was convincing herself was absolutely Terance, because why else would he smell like that—) but then the voice came. A greeting - but not daddy's voice.

Her gradual removal of herself from a wolfish hug around his hind legs happened next, and as she pulled away from him she opened her eyes, drew them up the length of his very tall legs, and angled herself slightly so that she could look at him eye-to-eye while he turned to address her. She expected to see @Terance, with his mighty silhouette and warm, dark fur. She expected his eyes to be looking back at her filled with love and goodness, but no, this wasn't her father. This was someone she didn't know at all and she lost it.

The poor girl hastily shoved away from his legs and scrambled until she was halfway standing, but even then she was too mortified by this discovery — that swift dashing of her dwindling hope — that she couldn't even get her legs to function. She got about a wolf-length backwards before collapsing again, mouth open in a silent wail, until finally her voice kicked in to gear and all she could do was sob.