Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

             Evie had not expected such a negative reaction to his approach. He sat up as well, though not as quickly, and forested eyes widened in surprise and concern. He'd overstepped a boundary, he figured, and he'd frightened the other boy - which had certainly not been his intention. Guilt settled heavily in the pit of his stomach and his ears swiveled to the sides of his head as he scanned over Fields' body language. Fear was evident, judging by the size of his pupils and how quickly he was breathing. 
              "No, that was my fault," he remedied quickly, scooting back some to give the other boy some space to catch his breath. "I... my mother was very health-conscious, growing up. I shouldn't have... I overstepped. I'm sorry."
              Sighing, the brown wolf settled down into a half-laying position, still eager to rest but not fully relaxed anymore. Still extremely concerned for his new companion. "I know you don't really know me, or anything, but I want to help," he began, looking back up at the blond. "Do you know why you can't sleep? Do you not feel safe?" It was a simple observation, made from just the boy's body language at the moment. On edge, tense, nervous. There was something wrong.