Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

You're friends with that foxy boy, right? She quips next, having forgotten Hono's name - or maybe she never earned it? Either way -- I thought I ran in to you once... Or twice. The girl frowns thoughtfully, remembering back to the swampy bog that had been such a struggle to cross, and the pale stranger she'd seen from afar. Maybe not the same, though. Who knows - there were so many wolves passing through the area these days, likely searching for the elusive "greener grass" among the season's aftermath.

No matter. She let that conversation die off pretty quick, shaking the rest of the tension from her body and then settling beside him, watching the snow falling until she remembered the frog. Oh, the frog! Did you -- did you see where it went? Hastily looking around from where she'd planted herself, Ibis looked very much like her namesake; however, the frog had disappeared. Hrmph. So much for a quick little snack. Oh shoot. she mumbles, huffing a bit.