Whitefish River Humble, but Confident

It had been a fairly quiet day, even the birds only spoke from a distance. The Count had taken the chance to revel in the silence, just her and the small sounds of nature's breath around her as she made her way along the borders. It was almost as if nothing had changed since the previous year when all was good. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and danced along the ground, a sight that could put any into a trance, even Ira found herself zoning out until a voice called on the wind.

Golden eyes blinked back to the present as her head turned towards the sound. It was vaguely familiar, but not enough so to piece together who might be calling, so naturally, Ira followed. It wouldn't take her long, though she did pause to brush up along trees as she passed until a white pelt came into view. He carried the Empire's scent, though faint he was one of Reiko's men. Coming to a stop just a short distance away, Ira would raise her head as she acknowledged the man's presence, Hello, you called for our leadership?