Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

This spot is probably no secret to the other pack wolves, but Eve has yet to share it with anyone else personally. It’s where he goes when he does need a moment to breathe and just exist. Maybe it’s a bit much to invite Winterbourne here, but he sees his smile and immediately, Evergreen knows it’s worth it. Warmth blossoms in his chest. He finds himself torn between wanting to hide from the man’s warm honey eyes, or basking under the soft gaze.

In the end, he’s shy enough to feel the heat in his cheeks increase and slips through the tree’s roots once he hears Winterbourne’s approval. For whatever reason, it felt nice to get it—probably his fear of rejection creeping back up on him again. “It’s even cooler inside,” he chirps, swirling around the space that’s probably barely big enough to fit the both of them and poking his head out with his round ears pointed towards him.