Whitefish River There Is so Much You Can Take

It’s— he cuts himself off from interrupting further, shifting his large paws along the sandy bank of the river as he quietly takes in Ira’s apology. Unexpected, to say the least, but the bear feels himself able to relax—relieved that despite everything, Ira doesn’t seem to hate him.
I… I appreciate it, and if… if I’d been bottling up something like that for so long and asked that by someone I uh, yeah, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t react well to it either. I think Winterbourne and I are going to be okay, so don’t worry—it might have helped some insecurities we both had actually. Made us talk. He gives a weak chuckle, but the smile stays.