Hoshor Plains Confined in mountain halls,

To say the past week had been uneventful would be ignorant. It was the dead of summer and yet the heavens poured and have yet to cease. Very few moments allowed a break, but never long enough to dry off or let the earth recuperate. The river was already beginning to swell, and while it ate at Kaistleoki's land it did not pose a threat...yet. The water levels would have to be monitored and if things continued, the children would need to drink elsewhere to avoid being swept away.

Speaking of children...Blackberry had wandered off at probably the worst time. They were getting older, Ira knew she couldn't keep them in the den forever, but things were more dangerous now. The boy's scent led out past the borders. It was against her rules and she was sure the boy knew that. She was frustrated, but the scent wasn't that old, the one issue was once again the rain. If he wound up lost and his scent had been covered there would be no easy retrieval. So she followed.

What once was blessed thick fur now worked against the Count as water soaked and slowed her down. Her patches of longer fur clung like a mop especially now that she was out of the cover of the trees. A scowl had settled on her face as she hunted down the missing cub, golden eyes scanning her surroundings until they landed on a figure. It wasn't her son, but it was another wolf. Ira chuffed, hoping to gain their attention as she stalked forwards, Excuse me, have you seen a boy? Still young, dark fur.