Whitefish River intro

Two weeks had passed since the incident. Two weeks spent laying helpless as her limbs betrayed her. The only information Ira had to go off of was the word of bypassers and of course Speedy who had been tending to her wounds. Supposedly she and another were indirectly struck by a surge that struck the ground during the never-ending rain.

Perhaps it was still too early for her to be walking, but laying around was never something the Count was good at. Each step her muscles screamed and ached. Her first attempt at walking sent her to the floor with the grace of a newborn, but slowly she was beginning to find her feet again. Getting anywhere took time and the rain only slowed her down more.

@Speedy had slipped out to tend to other matters, perhaps her kids or just in search of more herbs allowing Ira to wander away from the healer's den without any complaints. Luck would be it that the roan woman was already lingering near the borders when the call sounded. It would still take some time for Ira to pinpoint the location of their visitors, but eventually, she would make it. Soaked, muddied and scarred, fresh burns traveling up her side where singed fur remained.

There was no denying she looked like a mess, but the Count kept her head raised, more so when she detected Moonspear's scent. A chill ran down the woman's spine as she neared, golden eyes shifting over both visitors before addressing them, You're awfully far from your mountain. It wasn't meant in jest, Ira knew the mountain kingdom kept to their mountain in isolation. Though given what happened with Speedy, she couldn't help but be partially on edge, wondering if now was the time they had chosen to seek her out.

There was no way to prove that, however, and until otherwise suggested, she would need to treat them as any other visitor. What brings Amekaze's people here?