Whitefish River I'll lift you up again

He wants so badly to make it right, but he knows he can only do so much. So for now, Evergreen does his best to keep his head up and mood bright. A grin—albeit shy—stays on his lips as he strides onward. Round ears alert and mismatched eyes seeking that "something cool" Winterbourne speaks of. He hopes so, it would be nice and maybe it'll help.

Hear that? He asks, looking over his shoulder towards the silver male with a smile that's more excited and sure. Cheeks lifting up towards his eyes. Ahead, he heard splashing, and while the rush of the river so close almost deafens it, Evergreen pinpoints it. Swerving a bit to the right, he marches onward with confident steps. Hidden away from the main areas of the pack is a stream, with a series of small waterfalls flowing over rocks.