Whitefish River We stand by the notion that anything goes

Ira half-suppressed the smirk that threatened to spread. Of course Speedy didn't need a reason to talk to her, but that didn't change that she had nailed it on the head. You know that's not true, but that doesn't change that there is something. Hopefully not something bad, but given her friend's playful response Ira wasn't too concerned.

The Count gestured towards the river with her head as she pushed one of the bodies towards the other, Past the river. If something comes along for a free meal I don't want it wandering past our borders for more. The roan woman scooped up what was left of the discard pile before turning in the direction she had specified assuming she needn't say more for Speedy to follow.