Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

With their close proximity, Evergreen notices when the other's muscles tense. It's enough that he pauses, just for a second longer than normal in his attempts at getting comfortable. Winterbourne relaxes, however, and his answer is enough to satisfy the bearish wolf.

Being squished together like this a comfort for the brown male, despite the unfamiliar atmosphere that lingers even now. It isn't... uncomfortable, just... different? Weird. New. Unknown. He's felt hints of it in the past; the way he admired Greyback from afar, or how he couldn't resist kissing Alarian in attempts to soothe.

Maybe that's why he gives in, again, and let's himself be brave. He leans away from the wall, and meshes brown fur with silver. Eve rests his chin innocently on Winterbourne's foreleg. Mismatched green eyes peer up curiously—questioning—and yet, a smile never leaves his lips.