Whitefish River I Can't Believe There's Somethin' Left in My Chest Anymore

For a few minutes a peaceful silence stretched with only the sound of bubbling from the river to fill her ears. However, silence never did last long, be it good or bad. The snap of a twig caused her ear to swivel followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Ira didn't need to turn to know who it was, his voice had already given him away.

The Count hummed taking her sweet time to finally turn and look at her company, Wet. One side of her maw lifted into a content smirk. It was a bad joke, but jokes were never her forte so finding one was an achievement to her. It feels nice. The smirk was quickly dropped, replaced with a much more sincere smile as she let her eyes close again. Did Speedy clear you for patrols or were you looking for me?