Whitefish River Your bad for my health

It wouldn't take long for the call to be answered. With the recent move, Ira was glued to the borders more than usual if that was even possible. She had to ensure their claim was known before anyone had pups. The Count made her way towards the howl  as it was sound, the woman seemed to be not too far from the origin. When she arrived she was greeted by the sight of a skinny woman with a dark coat. Perhaps someone not as fortunate during the winter, Hello, what have you called for?