Blacktail Deer Plateau oh, it's not that you should care; i just wanted you to know

Crumbling down where he stands, Evergreen runs his cheek weakly against the shoulder. Begging that there be a breath, and when there is, mismatched green eyes flicker up, moving just enough to peer in wonder with tears refusing to halt their endless march. Winter, he chokes, unable to say his mouthful of a name. Round ears press close to skull, he moves his muzzle to the silver man's cheek, desperately wanting to touch and reaffirm that despite damage being done—by Winterbourne's own doing—he is alive.