Swiftcurrent Creek Look for the girl with the broken smile.

She heard him moving away, and felt immediately worse for not engaging. It wasn't her job, she reminded herself sharply. Ibis might have been a scout-turned-ambassador, but she wasn't out here on assignment and it wasn't like the pack needed any more mouths to feed — she looked up in time to see his dark figure drifting along the riverbank, and that's when a thought struck her.

He looked rugged, and on the older side. Experienced. There was a manner about him that reminded her of Kavik. Was he a warrior? Maybe. Or maybe he was just a wanderer and she was seeing what she wanted to see. Ibis snapped out of her thoughts for the time being and stood up, swiftly striding after him.

Excuse me - she shyly called out, likely too quiet. His steps were louder by comparison. Sucking in a bit of courage, she spoke a touch louder: Sir, w-wait! Whether he stopped or not, she would try to close the distance; then eventually, she asked: Can I ask -- if you aren't preoccupied -- for your opinion on something?