Whitefish River The Switch Up

The male stopped in his tracks, almost frozen by her words. His reaction was strange, the Count was sure he would have been over the moon to stay, but instead, he seemed unsure...hesitant. Perhaps he too had no real interest in hanging around now that he knew her a bit more. Hieronymous sat in the entrance, quick to ask if anything was wrong. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks, and despite the attempt to keep a neutral face, the backward flick of her ears likely gave it away. Is it that obvious? the roan woman sighed glancing at her sleeping pups.

Of course it was, even if Ira wanted to ignore it. She had always been active, never one to lounge around and though she enjoys these moments with her young, she was feeling the effects of being stuck in a dark enclosure alone for so long. Parts of the experience reminded her of her accident back in the winter when she had been trapped in a small cave, the rest a reminder of how truly alone she now was. I don't mean to cling, the company is just nice. When you're gone it's— She wasn't sure how to end that...Ira was not one to share how she felt often. It was better to just keep her problems to herself.