Witch's Marsh and so it begins

He seemed more jovial now that the situation had calmed down. Less fidgety. It had never occurred to Ibis that she could be frightening; she was one of (perhaps the smallest wolf in the valley - maybe the entirety of the Wilds! So to have someone startle at the sight of her had been quite different. Not something she ever wished to repeat.

The boy went on to comment on the marsh, her plans, and even ask a pointed question. A profession? Nobody had ever spoken in such a way to her. Didnhe mean her skills? The girl presumed as much and was thrilled to bits! Nobody at home had veen impressed by all the work she had done back at the Hollow; here was a stranger eager to learn about her, and Ibis was desperate for that connection in these lonely days.

I travel a lot. Is that what you mean? My mums were midwives and healers, so... That got me started. Then I got used to roaming farther and farther, meeting the different people in the valley and trying to get on good terms with them. I'm a fully proven Ambassador! She boasted, glad to share.