Whitefish River you're italic, i'm in bold

Visible relief washes over him at the count's words and he lets the tension built up in his muscles relax as the man calls for what Sanguinus assumes to be the aid he'd requested. It was not long before a greyscale figure emerged from the shadows, lean, angular and clearly interested in why she'd been bid to the claim's borders.

The sable man offered a swift dip of his head to the woman in greeting before looking to Evergreen, feeling it was best to leave the relaying of information to him. If necessary the champion would fill in any details or answer any questions that might be tossed his way, but for now he remained silent, attempting not to worry himself with what could be happening back in the forest where the boy had gone missing.