Witch's Marsh and so it begins

For a moment she was perplexed. The boy wanted to know about her skills, but hadn't heard of what before? Healers? Midwives? Maybe it was a female thing; she'd grown up around it and had once entertained the thought of following in Olive's paw-steps, and had a fascination with the pretty flowers growing throughout the valley... Or maybe he meant her title as an Ambassador. Ibis decided to go with that assumption as it made the most sense - this boy sure was peculiar.

I can try, she added with an uncertain little nod. It took some doing. I mapped out this whole valley, making note of where each pack was, and then I made sure to stop by and introduce myself. For a few months I carried messages between the packs. It built good relations between our neighbours and I got to meet a lot of people.

Was that something the boy was interested in? He was off to a good start already—so eager, and personable. I had an escort most of the time too. Someone to protect me along the way, given how small I am. At this she gave a tiny shrug, concerned that she might not be that much help with whatever he was trying to achieve after all. Are you travelling all on your own? That is very brave.