Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

Her bashful answer is met with stoicism, of a sort anyway. He's apologetic and she shakes her head, dismissive of all of that. No, you're right -- I mean, its a good idea to think about all that. I haven't fully considered the future in that way, but maybe others have.

Little did she know that the pack would one day be home to actual children, not just Ibis who often felt like a child in a nearly-adult body; in the coming days much would change and so would she, presumably. His smile makes her mentally pause and Ibis returns the sentiment, the corners of her mouth twitching.

I can only hope that... Well, wherever we end up, everyone is happy and healthy. That's all that mattered to her right now. Happiness, good health, maybe a warm meal where possible — but some of those things felt like long-shots. The world was a mess and winter was finally making itself known, which made everything so much more dire.