Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

The stranger seemed suspicious of Evergreen, and the Easthollow newcomer couldn't blame him. He would probably have ran himself if some dude was trotting his way like that. This one, however, stood his ground. Maybe stupid, but the brown wolf thought he had guts. Not that... Evergreen was much a threat to begin with. His eyebrows furrow, mirroring the soured look of his compact company; green eyes glistened with concern over irritation.

OK, Evergreen wasn't quite sure if he believed that the dude was "fine", but it really wasn't his business either. If the stranger said he was fine, they'll just... go with that. Cool. The bearish wolf exhaled a breath of relief, melting away his own tension. A smile curved across his inked lips and he gave a tail wag or two.

"Who are you?"

An eyebrow arched up. Evergreen, of Easthollow. You?