Emberwood couch day

Grezig did, indeed, relax once the boy began speaking. She shook her head and rolled her shoulders. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to trespass into other packs’ territories?” she asked, her voice sounding exasperated but much calmer. She looked him over, brown eyes roving his body. Yes, she supposed he did look like Ibis, in coloration at least. “Ibis is here,” she assented, finally, deciding that the boy—Séamus—meant no harm. If he did, and he was trying to trick her, he would find her teeth at his throat in seconds. “I am guessing you came for a visit? Would you like me to call for her?” She glanced back from where she had come, indicating that Ibis was somewhere within the pack territory.