Whitefish River a thousand times good night

Ira had been on edge. It was the only way to describe what she was feeling as the tremors continued throughout the week. They weren't strong, but something about them seemed sinister. The Constable had taken a few trips past the borders in case a heard of something did reside nearby, but her search always ended with what she started. Nothing.

The low rumbling had come early that morning, drawing her from her sleep and with nothing else to do she took to the borders. Perhaps she was too worked up over the noise, but she preferred to be safe rather than sorry. Coming to the riverside, the roan mountain wolf trotted to the edge for a drink until a scent washed over her. She quickly rose, eyes scanning the perimeter. It was the white outline in the distance that relaxed her. Isilmë, I was not expecting you out this far. In all honesty, the kid probably shouldn't be patrolling alone. She was not sure how she would handle herself should a real situation arise.If you want, you may join me on my patrols?

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