Whitefish River And you know you're never sure, but you're sure you could be right

Oh no, it's getting worse. Anything the bearish Count seems to say goes in one ear and out the other. Acheron certainly retains the information he deems important, but... the whole point was to inform that no matter the attempts, it is, indeed, impossible. The target even seems to have long gone, scampering off to another perch away from the wolves.

Eve tenses, watching carefully as the pup bounces until he ends up taking a tumble. Worry immediately takes over, and the Count rushes forth, shocked when the boy seems more pleased that he nearly climbed (not really) than falling. Uhm... yeah, are... are you alright though? Eve's brows furrow and he searches him over for injuries.