Whitefish River life needs a pause button

I can spree this now!

The Count was still processing her feelings, how could she let this happen? How had no one noticed? Ira needed to move, she couldn't idle any longer in that den. The roan woman called for @Hieronymous to watch over the kids while she stretched her legs seeking the comfort of the borders to let her mind wander. Given the growing silence that surrounded the river, Ira figured it would be just as silent, but a blessing rang into the air. Someone had come.

Unsure what intentions the stranger brought led her swiftly to the male's location. He was angular, lanky, a man of smoke. In some ways, it reminded her of herself. His scent was foreign but laced with many, he was a pack wolf. Had another group settled nearby? Gold eyes swept over his form, he did not seem aggressive, in fact, he strayed from the borders. Hello, I am the leader here. What is the purpose of your call?