Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

Shit, okay, so he failed with that.

His ears flicker back, apologetic as she startled at his voice. Evergreen feels a lump forming in his throat. While he does not know what transpired for the injured woman, it is easy to see that the situation is far from… alright. It breaks his heart to see so many crumbling, and yet, like those before her, this one remains strong.

Admiration. That’s what Evergreen feels overwhelm him, as he watches her gather tormenting emotions and muster a response. Even, collected. He steps forward, his forelimbs slipping into the water as she approaches the shore. Her limping has him nervous.

“I… yeah, I think so…” He’s seen Sindri, their pack medic of sorts, use them before. “Uhm, you can… sit here! And I’ll be right back with them, okay?” Without waiting for an answer, Evergreen turns and rushes in the direction he thought he saw the flowers.

His mind races, colors flashing within his limited vision. He almost grows frustrated as more time passes without him able to pinpoint the yellow flowers he spotted. Hell, he isn’t even positive if these are the ones she needs.

Eventually, he spots them, and with an “aha!” he storms his way back to the shoreline in a rush. The flowers safely in his mouth, he does his best to keep from destroying them completely.