Whitefish River intro

I ... somehow didn't realize that it was my turn. Sorry for the wait!

 
Osiris observed as Ira approached, realizing that something was off. The wolf that greeted them was frankly a mess; her coat, mud-caked and askew, with fresh burns and signed hairs. He glanced at Desdemona with concern, ready to run if needed. "We are," Osiris answered, watching her carefully. 

Just as he was about to explain the reason for their visit, Ira mentioned Amekaze—the grandmother he had only heard of, but she still lived through stories that he had been told. He kept his composure, despite the sudden pang in his heart. "Amekaze was my grandmother—she died before I was born," he said, taking ownership of reporting the news—this was information about his family, after all. "My parents lead Moonspear now, Hydra and Dirge," It was strange that there were individuals that didn't know of Hydra's reign; he had assumed it was common knowledge. 

"We are here on a mission," Osiris revealed then, clearing his throat. "I'm Osiris, and this is Desdemona—," he introduced, motioning to his co-guard, "We're tracking the rains, and wondering how other packs are holding up with the weather." From what he could see, Kaistleoki had not been spared.