Whitefish River Just thinking outloud

Ira had been keeping busy, that was no surprise to anyone, but much to her excitement she was finding the time to perform duties past the borders of her den once more. @Hieronymous had stepped into the ranks of the council and additionally has given her the chance to switch off of parenting duties for small periods of time before their hunger got the best of them. It wouldn't be much longer until she could introduce meat to her kids, but from there they would only grow more distant as they no longer required her attention. It was a sad thought, but she was excited about what the future held for them.

Paws traveled an invisible but not forgotten path as she ended up near the edges of the territory. Her trips to the river were often short for a quick drink, but she was allowed to linger this time. It was then that she spotted the cinnamon man downstream, he seemed to be idling, perhaps a short rest from his own duties. It had been a while since she was given the opportunity to really check in on the members of her pack, and while she no longer was the sole figure responsible for their living, it was still important for her to ensure their well being when time allowed.

The Count traveled swiftly, only slowing when she was within a reasonable speaking distance over the roar of the river. Enjoying yourself? The days had gotten so much warmer recently, fortunately, the river wolves benefited from the tree cover and cool running water. It was times like now though that her thicker fur betrayed her. Once it had brought comfort in the mountain peaks of her birthplace, but now the hot days took some adjusting to.