Whitefish River And when it calls to me

Unfortunately it seemed the Beta was also a dead-end for the Count. She could only hold back her sigh as she nodded. Raising the boy herself was beginning to become more and more likely, not that she particularly minded, but someone out there was probably looking for their boy. She didn't even know his name. He's dark brown with a lighter saddle. Red eyes. Again though, he doesn't speak so if someone asks for a name I'm afraid I can't provide that.