Broken Antler Fen all these golden days we had

Ibis had been investigating areas of the fen, feeling antsy and wanting seclusion more and more, when she heard voices. They were nervous voices but Ibis could not yet discern what they were discussing. She knew her duty was to change her interest here, seeking those voices out rather than to hide, and while she kept an eye out for a place to build a hideaway her attention was on the pair of wolves.

As she waddled in to view Ibis called out, Good day! Then she thought, what if she was intruding? This brought a small, shy smile to her face. She recognized her aunt a moment later as well as the youthful man, and wagged her tail a bit.

Maia, Eljay. What are you up to?