Wapun Meadow downtown

It was sad, but it was his choice and she wasn't going to force him to do anything. There was a brief moment of utter panic which came at her in a wave, a spasm of anxiety lifting from the pit of her stomach, because Ibis couldn't recall with any great certainty what he looked like. As a cub he'd been Small, gray, with pretty white markings you don't usually see, she mused aloud, trying to drum up an idea of what he'd looked like. I remember thinking he had a messy coat, but... Maybe it was his markings. They were all smudged, like he'd got bits of clouds stuck all over him in places. It was an imaginative description and she was lost in it for a few minutes, but as Ibis came out of the explanation she realized how silly she must be sounding and laughed softly - a giggle, childish, feminine, light. Sorry, I haven't seen him in a very long time.