Whitefish River The way you did once upon a dream

thank u

Relaxing his hind leg back to the ground after peeing on a tree, his round ears flicker towards the sound of his name. A very familiar voice beckons for his attention, and the Count is eager to give it. Mismatched green eyes turn to look over his shoulder, a grin curving softly on his lips. Maybe Eve was just being paranoid about Winterbourne avoiding him after all... part of him feels the urge to apologize.

Morning, River, he greets quietly—careful to keep to the promise of only saying his nickname when they are alone. It still makes his heart flutter. Sorry I was trying not to wake you... One ear flicks away from Winterbourne while the other remains pointed at him. Uh, wanna join me?