Whitefish River graphite

His company is polite; manners minded as he drags himself to shore. A rather decent swimmer, and no shaking to be had. Evergreen's mismatched green eyes roam over the soaked stranger; interest piqued. The bearish wolf nonetheless feels off, as if he isn't quite himself at the moment. Bizarre feelings continue. He isn't sure what to make of it.

A laugh spills from his lips, but its brief—a smile lingers though. Uh, more than I'd like to admit. Admittedly, he's lost a bit of weight from his recent journeys back and forth, too. Yet still has a hearty gut, looking a tad too well-fed and maybe that's the luxury of a pack wolf. Easthollow made it easier. Kaistleoki is still new.

Doesn't help I like food, Eve adds, his muzzle wrinkling with amusement as if he might chuckle again. No laughter comes, however, and instead, he simply shifts his weight, turning towards the dark wolf with round ears alert towards him.

You're, uh, sorta trespassing, it feels weird to call him out, but... I can help find you somethin' to eat if you mind our borders in the future. Evergreen proposes, head tilting to the side in question.