Hoshor Plains and i'm sorry that i lie when i talk to you

Each day passes akin to a dream; swept into this slumber ever since he lost his sister, Evergreen finds himself searching. It's a fruitless adventure. Perhaps that is why he drifts from Easthollow, leaving behind the few faces that have become familiar over the last three months for the Wilds again.

Mountains broke into a seemingly endless plains. Spring brought about growing grass, and the promise of migrating food. Yet no matter how much Evergreen's body hungered, he couldn't bring himself to eat the hare in his jaws. Nauseous, almost.

He wanders instead, and isn't paying close enough attention. Not until he gets too close. His one good eye barely spots the body strewn out and his heart seizes; vivid imagery of Thistle's mangled body flash before him. Before his mind catches up, the bear reacts. The hare is dropped, left in the dust as he approaches swiftly. 'Please be okay.'

The bear slows his approach late, but he pulls on the brakes fast enough to not topple into the grey and cream male. Eyebrows furrowed, he hovers nervously, and a breath of relief only exhaled once he notices the steady rise and fall of the stranger's torso. Sir? Evergreen questions softly.