Big Salmon Lake We can wash the dirt off our hands now

Oh.

Oh fuck.

That friendly smile paused on realizing the acquantice that Orlaith did not notice sooner- her dear Count, Ira, who was thought to be further away to Moonspear on a sort of peace journey. With that in mind, and the others not able to stop her, the Knight Commander stepped out a bit, however that 'short trip,' ended up being a few days away.

Thankfully though during said journey, the same bear that attacked her, also did not make an appearence. There was no trace it was nearby either, and the journey became but a small thought to where it could be.. Further and further did Orlaith go, simply a stroll gone wrong, and finally, meeting a stranger. With, her, count!

"Fancy meeting you here! Uh, Count," she turned to the other, "I'm just, yknow.. Bear hunting! No one else knows what they look like, so taking up the reigns on tracing! " So her excuse was. It could go a long way since in reality Orlaith was the only one to know that particular scent, and able to defend herself more then others. Saraneth seems too weak, and didn't even think on bringing her to the little 'excusion.' She always held but a brightful smile, though her words waver a bit. 

"Found nothing, and oh, no pack raid." Orlaith then added, taking a glance at the rogue.