Whitefish River We stand by the notion that anything goes

It didn't take long to lock on to the Count's trail. It lead her deeper in the territory, which Speedy thought was different; she expected to find her friend patrolling the borders, but she shrugged and continued to follow the trail until it led her to one of their caches. Ira was there, digging through its contents, she assumed to take out anything that was no longer good. 

The healer chuffed to alert the other woman of her presence and stopped on the other side of the cache. Hey, Ira, she greeted. How are you? Do you need help? She looked down at the Count's work, an amiable smile curving her lips; She didn't mind helping if it was needed.