Whitefish River Soldier, Poet, King

It was growing late as the call rang out, one all too familiar for the Count to ignore. She had just reined in her kids to begin settling before night fell upon the river, but it seemed she would be required to make a quick trip out. Ira called for @Hieronymous to stand in for her brief escape and as soon as all three pups were moderately content she would slip away in pursuit of the borders.

The voice belonged to her Father, there was no mistaking it, and while she was happy he had come to visit she couldn't help but wonder the reasoning. It wasn't like he came often, only when something was amiss, but until he said otherwise the roan woman would hope it was to see his grandchildren.

Greyback wouldn't have to wait long, Ira traveled at a quick pace to avoid staying away from her children for too long only slowing as the hulking man came into view. Ignoring her usual greetings the Count stepped forward to press into the thick fur along her father's neck, Father— it's been some time. What brings you?