Whitefish River Running in circles

I'm a close friend of Evergreen. It was kind of weird saying that out loud. Usually, Ira did not put effort into forming friendly relationships. She did her work, briefly exchanged words with packmates here and there, then went back to work. Yet somehow the bear had slipped past her walls. Maybe she had weakened them a bit for him...

He had left our pack for a while, but he came back and offered me a place beside him.