Whitefish River Last Man Standing

The day had been rather eventful and for good reasons as far as the Count was concerned. It seemed that her pups were excited to finally explore past the den, but their energy was still limited. Ira made sure to let them have a good amount of time exploring the area surrounding the whelping den, but after that, she'd have @Hieronymous stay with them for a nap. She wanted to move, not sit back in the drowning silence. Never would the Count have guessed that she would miss working so much. Raising the kids was supposed to be a blessing, yet every turn a new obstacle struck, one unnatural and consumed by sorrow.

Ira's concerns of her friend had drifted, the chaos ensuing the vale of their sister pack blissfully unknown. As far as the roan woman was concerned, life was well and many pups were on the way, likely born now. A howl called for her attention causing the warrior to stop in her tracks. It had been a while since she was requested along the borders, or well, more so since she answered one. Perhaps it was what she needed, something normal.

It wouldn't take long for the Count to arrive and quickly identify the man. He was the guard that had traveled with Reiko weeks ago, a man of the Empire. Brief confusion filled her features as Ira offered a head tilt in her approach. Collision, correct? You have no need to call here. Perhaps he still found the borders strange, hopefully, soon everyone would adapt. It would prove the strength between packs to live so entwined.