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

For once the Count felt the urge to run, but her paws seemed to be rooted to the spot where she stood. The bear could be oblivious, but she never thought this much so. Had he really not been aware this whole time? Or was he just never interested? The tears started before Evergreen even finished, each word stinging more than the last.

He didn't know, how did he not know? She practically confessed once before and he turned her down, but he really was going to make her spell it out. By now Winterbourne's presence had been forgotten, something the Count would regret later. I loved you! Maybe she still did...she didn't want to be his best friend, that's just the role she was forced into.

Ira wasn't worried about being a mother, she's been around pups before. She loves them, but that was the problem. She couldn't be a donor for them when she'd be so attached.