Whitefish River ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ah, Dawn is right; common goals have brought Kaistleoki together, after all. Eve cannot help nodding along with her words, a grin starting to blossom over his thick lips and the Count is thankful for her suggestion. As both Council members aren’t exactly the type to hunt in groups—Ira more so, he assumes—he wouldn’t have thought of the idea himself. He is grateful Dawn is willing to advise.

“I like that idea,” he pauses, giving yet another firm nod before his mismatched green eyes meet Dawn’s eyes. “Then, let's invite Elysium to hunt with us. I’ll leave the invitation and… leading the hunt in your capable paws.” Eve is excited about the idea, and knows he, himself, will partake in the event. He hopes Elysium will approve of it, too. “And uhm, would you like an escort for your travels?” Eve is uncertain how to ask, but with all that has happened as of late, and many being attacked on journies just outside their borders, he cannot help worrying.