Whitefish River Just thinking outloud

Connor was daydreaming a bit to the point where the words of the Count almost didn't hit his ears, "Oh! Ira!" His ears spiked up and turned his muzzle towards the approaching Count with a smile. As she came closer, Connor dragged his soaked tail out of the water to curl around his paws so that he didn't look like he was phased out of reality. The man gave her a respectful dip of his head, "Yes I guess you could say that," he continued to beam at her for he didn't want to give off to her that something was wrong with his life. "Things have been so busy lately, it's hard to find time to just sit and chat, but I don't mind the work," he continued for he truly just wanted to talk with someone that wasn't about the potential controversy of his pups.

"How have you been?" He said with a tilt of his head, it was a simple question, but a question nonetheless that can go a long ways for someone.