Whitefish River Scourge

She had been pushing herself lately, but when had she not? Speedy would be fuming to know that Ira was walking, but she still had duties, some that can't be put on hold or passed off to another. After all, Ira was a mother now and she wasn't about to let some burns stop her from tending to them. She can bite back the pain, even if mud clung to her legs and her fur had been singed.

The Count made her way slowly through the woods, though now they resembled more of a swamp with all the rain. She might have told her daughters to keep close, but she knew them, they would wander anyways. It was part of a child's nature to be curious, she couldn't strip that from them nor did she wish to. Curiosity is how you learn after all.

Eventually, a brown blob was spotted through the trees, though she too seemed to be in a state of disarray. Again, she had the rain to blame for that, but one day it would pass...hopefully. Nutmeg, what are you doing? It wasn't meant in a judging way, she too was curious though for different reasons. You should avoid being alone, you're still young. Is Prim with you? If they were going to wander she could only ask that they do it together. Then if anything happened the other could get someone.