Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

Smile grows broader, enough to show a flash of canines as Winterbourne nods in agreement. Quiet, as expected, but it isn’t… too bad, Eve has the tendency to go on nervous tangents, but when the silence is comfortable like this? Yeah, he doesn’t mind it.

His tail sways, and a low hum rumbles from the bearish wolf. He turns away from the river’s reach, and instead, into the fractured light of the forested area he came from. The sun continues its rise, enough so the cool hues turn warm, filtering through the treeline and leaving soft, cold patches of shadows.

“There’s this, uh, tree I found, the roots are above ground,” he says, breaking the silence just for a moment. It’s large enough to fit the bear comfortably tucked within, and perhaps could be enlarged with some digging. Regardless, it’s the perfect mix of cool and sunshine.

It doesn’t take them long to travel to the ancient tree that seems to dwarf every other one around it. His mismatched green eyes turn to Winterbourne, with almost childish glee. “Cool, right?”