Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

She was glad to have helped him, and deep down she hoped that things worked out for both of them. Maybe he could build a new family out of the collection of strangers she'd built? Maybe it wouldn't suit him in the long run, but at least for the winter he would be safe, warm, and fed. All that Ibis ever wanted was to help others—and she felt a certain kinship with this boy and the hardships he'd recently faced.

Do you have anywhere else in mind -- if it doesn't work out? He asks, which piques Ibis' interest. She hadn't yet considered how ill-suited the marsh was to so many wolves... But this would give her mind a momentary pause, and her head shook softly. Not yet. That is a good idea, though. Maybe... I could show you to the marsh, and on the way we could talk about it? If he was up for that; maybe he'd opt for some alone time and follow her after. But something did pop in to her mind: There is a forest due-west of the marsh, and we could take shelter there if the snows become too hard. Or... Maybe it would be worth it to settle there right off the bat...

Her tone was thoughtful, her eyes briefly distant as she peers off in to the snow drifts, contemplative of many things.