Bearclaw Valley gardenia and king protea

Every conversation with Fields was like this - complicated, strange, and it made Evien feel a miriad of emotions. But as time went on, they were getting more comfortable and pleasant. At least, Evie found himself enjoying them more - maybe it was just Fields' presence that he'd come to like so much. 

Fields lay down on the grass and Evien found that he was a bit surprised. Pleasantly so, but surprised nonetheless. The smaller wolf followed him down and stretched out, embracing the sunshine on his fur and resting his sore muscles. 

He hadn't been able to erase the guilt from seeing the disappointment on the other boy's face when he'd left, but it did make him feel a bit better that he didn't want an apology. 

A smile crossed his maw at the next questions, and he shook his head. "I'm here. You're here. If this were a dream, I don't think my face would hurt as bad as it does." As the adrenaline ebbed, the wounds were stinging more and more. "Are you happy?" It was asked with bated breath, wondering if he should've even inquired in the first place.