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Thankfully, Evergreen accepts his wordless response and turns to lead him... somewhere. To the spot he'd mentioned, presumably, though Winterbourne can't help but wonder what exactly that means. As if reading his mind, the other wolf answers his unspoken question a few moments later: a tree. Or... tree roots? He's still far too hazy to focus properly, so he decides to just trust the other. At this point he'd be happy sleeping anywhere.
Luckily, it doesn't take long to get there. The towering tree catches his eye immediately — and it is, admittedly, rather impressive. He offers a smile when Evergreen's gaze turns to him, noting very belatedly that one of the male's eyes is clouded over; it hadn't been that way when they'd first met. Yeah, He agrees softly, glancing to the tree again before focusing solely on his companion. There's something about his excitement that captures Winterbourne's attention far more thoroughly than any tree ever could — even if he's too worn to share it.