Wapun Meadow Sun and the moon

OK, so he had the wrong impression on what was “weak”—which is pretty screwed for someone who saw himself as not the strongest of the bunch despite his physical qualities. Evergreen blinks in surprise, taken aback that Disapora might actually be a pack Thistle and he would be interested in.

“That makes sense,” he says. Good packs should protect their own, and the property they claim, too. Evergreen himself never liked the idea of open-borders. Friendly it might seem, but it also,,, could be dangerous if wolves pranced in not respecting it.

“Oh, yeah! I do.” Evergreen lights up, eyebrows pushing upwards while a grin curves across his cheeks. He always enjoyed talking about his sibling, and never quite understood when others thought of them as a pain in the ass. “She is kinda near. I wandered off to scout a bit. Her name is Thistle. Kinda tiny… an ankle-biter.” He nods sagely.