Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

For a few moments, he can only blink in response, ears twitching almost imperceptibly as he struggles to focus on Evergreen's words. I um... He swallows, ears pinning to his skull. My pack chased me out. The words spill from him before he can stop them, but he can't bring himself to regret the moment of vulnerability — not yet, at least. Heat blooms across his cheeks and under his eyelids, and he fights the sudden urge to cry. He still feels blurry and unfocused, and now the reality of his break down is setting in: this is all his own fault, and he deserves every second.