Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

It’s quiet for a beat, and the bearish Count debates how offended Ira may be if he peaked inside her den—it’d just be to make sure she is alright! Fortunately he hears a stirring before long, and the roan Constable appears a few beats after. Eve wags his tail in relief.
Morning, he greets, still muffled by the fish—which he finally moves to place on the ground, stepping a bit closer towards Ira to place it towards her and then, back to his space. I, uh… thought you might be hungry.