Whitefish River We stand by the notion that anything goes

Speedy chuckled. Of course Ira had figured out her reason for seeking her out, the healer was not always good at keeping her intentions to herself. Plus the Count was very intuitive, which Speedy thought made her the good leader that she was. 

Speedy nodded and grabbed her own carcass, following after Ira. She moved a little more slowly, weighed down more by the left overs of a deer than most others would be, but she would issue no complaints. She was more than capable of carrying the rotten meat out of the territory, it would just take her a little longer

When they both had reached the right spot, Speedy dropped her carcass down on the ground and looked to Ira. She assumed they would just leave them here, but she looked to her friend for guidance on what they should do next. In the meantime, she continued their conversation. I couldn't help but notice...something between you and Hieronymous the last time I was with the both of you, she told the Count. It was a subtle shift in the dynamic, one that might have been missed by someone less perceptive than the healer, but she knew there was definitely something there. Is there something going on between you two? She wasted no time beating around the bush; she was much too excited about the idea of her friend finding someone that could offer her more than just friendship or companionship between packmates. She certainly deserved it.