Whitefish River You are an eye-catcher, mom.

Over a week had passed since the kids had been birthed and despite the short timeframe, they were already growing. It was good, it meant despite everything they were healthy and hopefully, their early birth would have no complications down the road. Ira had come to accept the reality that Evergreen nor Winterbourne would be returning home. As harsh as it sounded, she hoped they were dead. She could forgive them if something happened, but to disappear without a trace...

The Count shook her head, it was best to stop thinking about it now otherwise she would fester over it just as she had with her father. Luckily the noise of one of her pups distracted her, and given how Prim's head was raised she could only assume she was the source. Ira nosed the girl lightly, her tongue running over her head until she noticed the blue that seemed to stare back. Her eyes had opened. A soft smile graced the Count's features as she adjusted herself to get a better look. Well, hello to you too.