Broken Antler Fen when I am down I lay my hands upon the ground

He seemed... innocent, somehow. An adult, clearly. Sweet, soft in a way that Ibis found disarming. Something of an innocuous creature; by his own account a new face on the proverbial block, which had her wondering.

She did notice the heaviest scent upon him was that of Maia. Was that what linked him to the fen, her boisterous aunt? How lovely that they should find themselves here, find happiness at all in this life.

Welcome, then. She says with a little nod, a bigger smile. How long has it been since you arrived? I should have been present for it, but, there was a disaster on the mountains north of us. I... I was away, trying to lend a hand. Here her smile faltered a little, knowing that her efforts had only mended one wolf.

One was better than none, she supposed.