Whitefish River A Sparrow Sits on the Backstep, Watching

He had been making the rounds within and out along the borders of Kaistleoki, his new position of Constable still didn't feel quite real and yet he still felt the tug to do more than he normally would beforehand. It was tiring, but soon enough he should feel comfortable again and ease up on his duties before he dropped dead from exhaustion. Never did he dream he would be second in command of anything, or even in the council when he had joined the riverside pack, and it was an honour that he had managed to obtain enough trust from Ira that he was her first choice. Now more than ever he didn't want to disappoint her. 

A howl would prove to eventually be a good distraction to take his mind off it all for a moment, as he trotted over to where their visitor was, he offered a smile. Not being able to smell the Empire on her (or smell at all really), he couldn't guess who she was for the time being. Hello miss, I'm Hieronymous, how can I help you? Hopefully, she would be a pleasant visitor and not like the last one they had.