Fox's Glade I saw a light.

She was excited about the idea, so much so that Ibis forgot about the weird smell in the air and the dealings with the fox. She wondered where they could meet up - maybe in one of the territories, there was ample space. Or would a neutral territory be more appropriate? Somewhere in-between? Her mind buzzed with thoughts and yet she contained her enthusiasm and focused on Ira, not wanting to be rude.

I will ask my dad and my uncle, see if I can start getting something organized! With that settled she turned towards the patch of forest that had been her entry point to the glade and began to mentally plot her way home; Ibis was usually quite bad at directions but she refused to get lost this time, her goal was too important. I'll pop by again in a few days to see how you've made out on your end - is that a good idea?