Whitefish River Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

Once Moonshadow was safe, Hieronymous had the unfortunate job to go and tell Ira what had transpired at the borders. She simply didn't need any bad news right now, and he wished he had something better to tell her, but the matter of fact was that there was none. Making a beeline toward where he was pointed to by witnesses, the painted man was quick to approach Ira.

I have some unfortunate news. He began, worried for how she might react. One of Moonshadow's children came to our borders, one from last year's litter, she was sick. For now, that's where he would stop to give Ira time to digest his words. His expression suggested that there was more to come, especially the sickness he would soon describe.