Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

It was another day where the sun had risen before the Constable. It seemed that was becoming more and more common despite her attempts to change that. She wasn't sure why she was so tired lately, but she would push on to make sure her duties were tended to anyways. This time it was the Count's voice that woke her, not the sun's rays.

Golden eyes fluttered open as she adjusted to the light of the den, a dark shape blocking the sun from creeping in aside from the small gaps to Evergreen's sides. A yawn escaped Ira as she stretched, making her way to her feet to poke her head out into the late morning as she finally registered who was standing outside her den. Evergreen? It was unusual to be greeted by the male before she was up, much less with a fish in his jaws.