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Unaware of Dulce’s amusement, Evergreen carries on. Trying to wake up some, yet seemingly failing. At this rate, it would be of no surprise if he trips over his own, large paws. It takes him a bit to wake up on days he feels really sleep. This just happens to be one of them.

“Yeah?” He says, grinning—a bit dopey-like. It pleases him to hear, although part of him wishes Dulce would… expand. The bear pauses for a moment to mark a tree. “Uh,” round ears twitch. “I guess? It’s… weird still, if I’m honest. Never thought I’d be a leader.”

Is that bad to admit to a group member you don’t know well? Possibly. Eve quickly adds on; “But it is nice. I like the group.”