Lost Creek Hollow Don't you lie, your cheeks are blushing red.

Tagging Gannet for reference but maybe she can meet Ashlar? If the lite PP is not OK I can edit it out!

It was raining when she woke that morning. A little pitter-patter of cold water spitting down at her, catching on the leaves of the oak trees rimming the clover field. She startled awake after a strange little dream — something about playing tag among the willows of Elysium with Okeanos but it was different too, his face was replaced by the small shape of the dead boy — and she as she shivered the dream evaporated. Ibis stood up and shook the beading water from her coat and then proceeded to begin grooming herself, only to pause — she thought she heard something.

The scent of @Gannet drifted her way but it wasn't strong. Curious, and always happy to be in his good company, she began to prance through the clovers to intercept him. What she stumbled upon wasn't the handsome pale wolf, but someone far, far younger; they appeared to be wallowing in a mud patch, which didn't seem like very much fun to Ibis. She couldn't help but scrunch her nose up at the sight of the young boy (@Ashlar) messing around like that; there was no way to tell where the mud ended and his coat began!