Duck Lake Step away from my light, I need shine.

Ibis nodded curtly; she began to foray alongside Hono in the pursuit of this pale shape, eager to reunite with the boy and find out if anything had changed of late within the valley. She had not seen either the fox-man or the white wolf in a few days, so perhaps they had fared better than she had --

FUCK! Burst a voice from where the shape lingered, and Ibis' ears slicked back suddenly in surprise.

That hadn't sounded like the fox-man's friend, but then again they were at quite a distance - and submerged? Oh! They seemed to be paddling in the mire much like Ibis had been, which caused her a little bit of panic. She flashed a concerned look to Hono and then carefully (but quickly) made her way towards the stranger.

The closer she got the less inclined she was to believe this was the wolf she sought; they seemed bigger, even in their soggy state, and older.