Whitefish River Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

The good news was the Count couldn't detect the metallic scent associated with blood. If he had been scratched it would be small, but in many ways that was more troublesome. If she missed something his condition would put them all at risk as the symptoms fly under the radar.

Ira's ear flicked at the Constable's question as she nosed along his side and shoulder, but it seemed he was clear. The only thing that stuck out was...how littered his skin seemed to be with scars. She had raised a brow upon her initial acknowledgment but decided to keep her findings to herself. I don't see anything fresh. She didn't get close anywhere else?