Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

He made good points about the land, and what they could do with it. Maybe the marsh was her beloved space right now; that didn't mean she would really ever lose it, it existed there before her and would continue to exist after. They could move wherever they wanted as they needed, which would be the best route to go with. She nods as she listens, and then freezes.

If you want to have children— What. What. W h a t.

As Marten went on about that, Ibis' pace didn't change and she tried to keep her face passive, but there was no mistaking the raising of her brows or the utter shock on her face; she'd never thought about being a mom, or about the seasons progressing to that point, and truthfully hadn't been taught much about all that stuff even though her mothers were so... well, motherly and trained as caretakers.

I... Well, maybe, she felt her face get very warm, like she was standing under a heat lamp, and it was very uncomfortable. One day. I never... That's not why I wanted to form a pack. Um. But I'll keep that in mind -- if we get younger recruits.