Fox's Glade oars to the sea

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After struggling through the soggy after-effects of Duck Lack overflowing Ibis is eager for something warm to eat, or a cozy place to sleep. She hasn't seen @Okeanos in a day or so and isn't worried exactly, but there is an edge of anxiety to her every move now, brought on by a growing need for warmth and sustenance. Her trail leads towards the glade with the hopes that she'll encounter a friendly face; maybe her brother is there, feasting on foxes. It is more than likely that the foxes have already fled the area, much like everything else, but Ibis chooses to be optimistic in the face of the growing hardship.

She is a little bit distracted though, as thoughts of plump rabbits fill her mind, and from time to time she thinks back to the last thing she had eaten: the vole offered by the curiously misbehaving dark girl. Ibis is in the mood for a hunt—and when she catches sight of something thin, tall, and altogether cervid creeping along the terrain of the glade, she doesn't think twice about it. A nimble shove pushes her in to a canter, and then she ducks among the ferns, stalking after the curious figure. She cannot tell if it is a deer or a wolf—but on closer inspection it is unlike anything she's seen before, which stays her hand.