Whitefish River It's hard to believe

Ira rolled her eyes at the male's response, she knew Hieronymous was aware of what she meant, so she wouldn't hide the half-smirk. She couldn't disagree, any form of romance had lost its appeal recently, but at least the painted man was no longer so pushy. Honestly, this wasn't bad...his presence was no longer an annoyance and their conversation hadn't been just filler like some of her discussions with other pack mates. She was glad to hear that he thought she belonged, not because she sought the Knight's approval but because it resolidified her own beliefs. Life was certainly happier here...the Constable even had some friends. I think so too. She'd give him an actual smile for that before pushing herself to her paws Well I won't hold you any longer, I'm sure there's more important things to do and I can't exactly help.