Overture Downs Feel quite clean in this new skin that we have grown.

Ibis always responded well to positive reinforcement, and this was no different. He praised her; it felt very good to be called cool for a change, and while he stroked her fragile little ego she wondered what sort of person they'd all grow up to be. Rannoch was big, strong, and confidant - he had been an Alpha, and seemed to be raising his kids to follow in his footsteps. Did that mean Aengus would become a warrior? Some kind of wrecking ball? She wondered what it would be like to have been raised in the same vein: by Terance instead of Seabreeze; this brought her quick thoughts back to the topic of Ibis, but before she could get properly introspective Breccan was asking her for more information about her own adventures. The limelight was back on her — and she was a bit perplexed, seeing as her so-called adventures would pale in comparison to any warrior's own; or so she thought, imagining Breccan as this mighty knight in rusty armor.

Um, hm, okay, well, she flipped and flopped mentally on where to start, and decided the beginning was probably best. I was born on a mountain, but when we were really little, mom and my brother and I, we moved to the valley. I don't remember that much about it. We settled in a willow tree forest west of here. That wasn't much of an adventure, and certainly not what he'd been asking for. Ibis smiled shyly as she realized this and sputtered on, I wanted to find my dad and so I left, but I got lost. I went so far north by accident that another pack found me. They were um -- I can't remember the name of the territory, but it had something to do with dragons, maybe that'd impress him? They brought me home, but that as my first taste of the outside and when I was bigger I thought, maybe, I'd go find my dad. So I went looking for him in the valley and found the Hollow. I've visited all of the packs in this valley - there's Easthollow, and Swiftcurrent, and Elysium -- uh, that's my mom's.

It was a lot of talking and she felt like she was getting pedantic; Ibis was mostly tired of her own voice, and as she concluded her little history lesson she realized that the sky had changed. It was moody and grey, but also the light had dimmed somewhat. How long had they been sitting here chatting?