Whitefish River There Must Be Something Wrong With Me

It was the shadow that blocked out the dim light of the den that caught her attention first. Ira glanced up as Hieronymous cleared his voice, she had been almost certain that it was Speedy checking up on her again. Oh— Her gaze shifted to the fish at his paws, and though she wouldn't say it out loud the thought of the slimey creature one again grew unappetizing. It wouldn't go uneaten though, she relied on the meals brought to her since she currently was left with little opportunities to leave her pups. Thank you, I'll save it for now. Speedy has been checking on me often. This should save her a trip.