Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Sarah was right, of course. Okeanos was far more skilled at the survivalist stuff than she was, and without him she'd have probably starved to death. He was fine; he had to be. And her suggestion that they find somewhere more suitable for the pack - rather than the soggy marsh with its soft soil and thin tree line - had Ibis full of considerations. It would take time to figure out what her next step should be, but it was smart to begin thinking about it sooner rather than later.

That could work, she conceded. I'll keep that in mind. Winter might be harder this year with the lack of prey and it would be a wise decision to find somewhere more suitable, so I'll start scouting for alternatives. Thank you, Sarah. Her little whippy tail wagged behind her, and then - oh! She remembered, The herbs! I totally forgot, I was going to fetch you something -- do you think they'd help? You sound a little better now, but if you're still feeling ill... She left that open-ended. Ibis didn't want to force her poor aunt to eat anything weird unless it was necessary.