Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

The language she speaks is unknown to him, and causes the bear to freeze in his gentle movements. His own eyes flicker to her in question, wondering if the soft touches were causing more pain than good. Of course, he does not care for the metallic taste, but it is better to keep the injuries clean… and impossible for her to reach on her own.

His round ears flicker, a breath held as his gaze meets hers.

“Home?” He asks, and then grows flustered. Heat rising to his cheeks underneath the thick of his brown coat. “Uhm, I mean… do you have a home? I can… take you there. I’m… Evergreen, by the way.”