Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

Ira took a moment to think. The bear woke her so she hadn't really solidified any plans yet, usually, she'd start with a patrol then work her way up from there. Well, you interrupted my sleep, but other than that no I have no plans. The roan woman rolled her eyes before flicking her gaze back to Evergreen, a small smile on her lips. It was an attempt at joking, something she never really was great with, but there was a time the two spoke freely. More so than now at least. A layer of awkwardness still covered their conversations and Ira could sense his unease. Perhaps she could ease him back.