Whitefish River There Must Be Something Wrong With Me

Ira couldn't help but agree, she felt horrible to run the healer dry when she should be spending her own time relaxing. The last thing they needed was another stress-induced birth and having gone through one herself, Ira wanted to ensure Speedy wouldn't have to. That would greatly be appreciated. I've told her it's fine before, but I'm not sure she knows how to stop...I guess that that makes us one and the same. Ira mused a dry chuckle as her tail dusted over the den floor. She wasn't entirely sure what to add at first, but she didn't want an awkward air to settle between them, Would...you like to meet them? It felt like a strange offer given the pups mostly ate and slept, but she was sure the painted man would be somewhat interested at least.