Fox's Glade my love is driven by rage

The pale stranger looked to where she motioned, seemingly unbothered by the presence of what she thought was a fox. He burst with his correction, mentioning that he knew the stranger, which made Ibis a little less wary. The red creature looked smaller because of the distance, and they didn't seem interested in joining the two wolves, which Ibis found peculiar. But she accepted what was said, and stepped back from the shadow of the burly, pale boy as he turned to regard her.

Well, I'm Ibis. I'm from... Nowhere, really. She would have said something about Lost Creek Hollow, or maybe Elysium, or maaaybe mentioned Mal and the forest where she'd briefly hung out; but none of those places were home. I know Easthollow though. Um... I know Ira, and Korei Julia. Her tail raised and fanned the air a bit as she remembered the stalwart warrior, and the soft-spoken herbalist.