Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

As much as Evie wanted to portray himself as concerned and patient, he was only the former of the two. He didn't bristle like the other boy, but he did arch a brow, entirely nonplussed and unamused by the show of fake aggression. It was an expression that read: "Really?" - and as he'd expected, Fields wasn't truly angry. Honestly, it really wansn't Evie's business, but the little wolf was determined that it would become his business. And it did. He brushed off the apology with a quick shake of his head, much more interested in what the boy was going to say next.

           "I'm hiding. From someone." 

            That... honestly wasn't very surprising. It occurred to Evien that that might be why Fields had such a badass name, too - perhaps it wasn't real, so Taylor would be harder to track down. But he wouldn't question that. Not now. 

            "Okay," he said simply and shrugged his shoulders, sitting up straighter and taking a deep breath. That was fine - good, even. He had something to work with now. "When was the last time you saw the person you're hiding from?" It was important to know, for the purpose of his line of questioning. He hoped Fields wouldn't clam up on him now.