Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

Wrap up here?

Orlaith walked off which seemed to stir a response from the boy as he was quick to find his way to his paws and yell at her departing form. A single chuckle escaped the Count, almost scoff like but more playful in tone as she moved closer to the pup, Not very fond of her, are you? If we took you from a family we will find them and reunite you, but we couldn't leave you vulnerable in the elements. She'd wait for a response, or more likely, a look from the boy before jerking her head to direct him to something behind her. Let's have a meal, shall we? Providing he followed, Ira would lead him to a cache to find something suitable to share.