Whitefish River We stand by the notion that anything goes

Whatever you need, she replied, shrugging. She didn't mind carrying a rotten carcass from the cache; she was not the squeamish type. 

At the Count's question, Speedy smiled. Do I need a reason to spend time with my friend? she asked. Although it was true she did enjoy spending time with Ira, there was more to her visit—something she had been curious about. She might have pried earlier had she had more free time on her paws, but now was as good a time as any. I did want to ask you about something, she admitted a moment later. 

But first, where would you like to take these? the healer asked, pointing her nose toward the spoiled food.