Duck Lake We can be like Jack and Sally if you want

She hadn't been offering the marsh as a means to root him in place, not at all. The way he took the offer was odd though, he simultaneously accepted it but also rejected it, and it was briefly very confusing. When he went on to describe his brother Ibis tried to think of all the wolves she knew with white fur—pale, with dark eyes—did she know someone like that? It would've been more helpful to have a name.

The only one to come to mind was, Pygmalion, maybe? Her voice was thoughtful and subdued, a comment made more to herself than the boy, but loud enough for him to hear it. Beyond that she couldn't think of many; there was Marten, and... The only other pale wolves among the marshlands were women, so, they were out.