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Whatever she's found is alive, and shifting in the undergrowth, but it doesn't spook like prey. Then again, whatever or whoever it is appears to be too nervous to speak. Ibis doesn't know what to do. She is reminded of Cam in that moment; of finding the child and hearing the bad news about one of her caretakers - and is struck for a moment with a sense of deja-vu muddied by foreboding. The scents of the forest are strong; however, the salt-heavy aroma carried on the stranger contrasts enough to be notably different and easy to discern from the rest.

Ibis slinks closer. She makes herself smaller by squatting down and then, laying on her belly, she does a caterpillar shimmy beneath the hanging boughs. It might not be safe for her to pry too much in to this stranger's safe zone and so she is trying to be careful, but Ibis cannot help the nagging feeling that this creature - or wolf, this person - might need help.

Are you alright? She murmurs in her soft little voice, feeling the chill of the shadows as she probes the dark with her snout. You don't have to come out if you don't want to. she continues, settling in place, propping her chin against her slender wrists.