Blackfeather Woods the heart's content

She really didn't like being here.

That didn't change when a voice permeated across the muck, catching her by surprise; at first Ibis looked over her shoulder for Okeanos despite the sound coming from elsewhere, and when she determined it wasn't him that spoke, she looked around. When Ibis' tired eyes fell upon Ramsay's stunted form they went wide with surprise. A part of her brain wasn't sure what it was looking at; it was a wolf as far as she could discern, and the lack of a neck didn't immediately register. Ibis went right in to scout mode and with a few slick steps in the mire, she paused to say, I'm sorry -- we're sorry, rather -- Neither of us have been this way before, um, the hours of hiking had taken their toll and Ibis wasn't exactly focused enough to be fully coherent. She tried taking a deep breath to steady her nerves and explain, We're heading north. Will that take us away, or too near?