Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

‘Chased him out?’

Evergreen can’t help it. It rips at his heart. His face opens in shock, ears pointing towards the sorrowful silver male and mouth going agape once more. Mismatched green eyes stare, wide with concern.

“Oh Winterbourne,” he whispers; his emotions slipping into his voice. No matter how much Evergreen attempts to resist, they overflow when it comes to others. Anchoring himself, he tries to keep from invading Winterbourne’s personal space again. “Why would they do that? No one deserves to be chased from their home…”

Regardless of their reasoning, he now sees a broken man sitting alone by the river side; a home lost. “Hey, I’ll be with you. I mean, if you want…. that is? I… this is my home, and you’re welcome here.”