Whitefish River and here we go, life's waiting to begin

The Count had been making her rounds when the call sounded. It wasn't often she was called these days as she was usually already on the borders, not to mention things have been quiet for a while now. Happy to do something other than stare at the empty field, Ira made her way to the boys, although the confusion was clear when she saw no danger or real need for her to be present. Is there something you need?