Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

Life maybe isn’t so easy, but Evergreen is up for the challenge; prepared to take it on, and shoulder the burdens leading a pack might have. It’s well worth the effort. He's just… not sure what would make this situation better for Winterbourne; it’ll take time, especially after getting backstabbed by a previous pack.

He swallows, shifting his weight slightly until the silver male answers. Evergreen feels his heart melting underneath the softened look, and a shy smile starts to curl across his dark muzzle. Cheeks growing warm underneath his thick coat.

“Oh,” he startles, standing a few second after Winterbourne does. “Uh, I know… a comfy spot if you wanna take a nap?” If it’s a hint that he wants some time alone, it flies over Eve’s head. Instead, he looks over at him expectantly, and waits for confirmation.