Whitefish River It's a magical feeling that no one's got a hold

The trail continued to lead her along the edge of the river, growing stronger the more she followed. Occasionally, Speedy would stop and scan the area, looking for the greys of Ira's coat. When she saw no sign of her, she continued forward. 

The healer was delighted to find the Constable reclining on one of the rocks that caressed the edge of the river; she was even more delighted to see curve of Ira's abdomen. You look lovely, she said as she stopped near the rock. And I'm very happy to see you resting. She took a seat and beamed up at Ira. How are you feeling? Still nauseous? She assumed she was probably feeling pretty tired by now, which was probably why she was here in the first place instead of tending to one of the many responsibilities Speedy was sure she had.