Whitefish River 'You know that thing you just did? Don't do that'

Emrik was beyond shocked at the sight of Speedy, he sides bowing and her delicate cargo easy to catch having known her so well before her leaving. His mouth gapping like a fish Emrik, and just as she hesitated so to did he. A sadness flooded his gaze, all of this searching and he would be returning home without the one thing he had been look for.

Before he could thing of words to properly address her, another interrupted the reunion, the Count. said with such a tone as to imply leadership. Emrik solemnly dipped his head to the man, the behemoth of a brute. Once again, his words were snatched by the arrival of another. At least Speedy seemed to have found a supportive pack, so many had arrived to ensure the integrity of the border.

Clearing his throat and avoiding Speedy’s gaze, Emrik focused on the largest canid he had ever encountered. ”Evergreen, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Emrik, a friend of Speedy’s.” For all Emrik knew this Evergreen could be the father of the pups Speedy bore. It would make sense. Trying to emit some kind of positive he shrugged of his shock and sadness, Speedy would always be his friend. Clearly any feelings he had harboured would never be returned, but he could live with simply being her friend. “Her parents asked me to find her and check that she was alright.”