Whitefish River Just like the Seed

Ira was unaware of the man approaching until she finished coughing at the burning sensation left behind, but at least vomiting seemed to help. Golden eyes flicked to Howl as she smoothed down some ruffled fur. It's possible I ate something a little too old... Guess that was the reality check to clear the caches of any old kills, not that any of her meals seemed suspicious lately, but it couldn't hurt. She would add it to her list for later. Tending to the borders? You seem to have settled well.