Whitefish River I will cover my eyes,

As summer fell into fall, Kaistleoki flourished just like the woods of their territory after the rain. Most of their problems seemed to diminish on their own and the pack had regained its strength that was lost long ago (even if she hated to admit their weak moments). It was with confidence that Ira took to the borders allowing her children to roam freely and play. They were old enough to know trouble and hopefully avoid it. She couldn't hover forever and they would need to learn lessons on their own as well.

Shortly into her walk, Ira came across the familiar scent of Orlaith, one of the few wolves she had actively socialized within recent days. It seemed the other had also come to the borders so she made the effort to track the scent until the flame came into view. It was good to see another so dedicated to guarding the borders, even if she personally enjoyed it, the extra security allowed her to tend to other matters.

As the Count approached, she chuffed letting her presence be known. You look comfortable.