Hoshor Plains The Calvary has arrived, but it's just one guy.

Many knew that when the Count was not patroling she could be found resting near the river. It was this common knowledge that made the newcomer's presence less than a surprise. Golden orbs followed the man as he moved to the river, head craning as if he was looking for something. Ira let out a boof to redirect his attention to the rocky outcrop she had made into a temporary den. It really wasn't much but it was better than sleeping completely in the open.

You're looking for something, perhaps I can assist? Chances were he was here for her. The only other reason to be searching the river bank would be in hopes of a meal, but fishing with snow on the ground was something only a truly desperate mad man would do.