Whitefish River Soldier, Poet, King

All the insisting and roundabout ways to avoid the inevitable was nothing but time-wasters especially now with her destiny laid out before her. She had no intention of lying, so when it came to the truth Ira could only silent nod. How she desperately wish fate had played a different hand, that these kids would have a better life, but she was still intent on giving them that. She had the pack, it would be enough. They would feel the love of those who lived here and most of all they would not be alone.

Thankfully the Count successfully shifted the conversation to a much larger issue. The Saints. Yes, well, perhaps to them they are saints... I know not of their beliefs other than the savagery. Although it matters not what they believe, they are dangerous. Do not let them settle near you. At least they haven't seen any signs of them since the push to move. Perhaps they actually listened and found somewhere far from here to call home.