Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

His trance isn't quite broken by the voice cutting through the air, but the interruption is enough disturbance to draw him, at least partially, back to reality. His gaze is glassy and unfocused as it finds the male, not quite registering the familiarity of his features — but he recognizes his name falling from the other wolf's lips. Who...? He swallows, suddenly nauseous, and takes a single step back. The world spins in response, and he struggles to steady himself. His gaze drops, breath quickening, and the silver boy is lost again.