Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

Taller than him? Evie wanted to roll his eyes. What the hell was with all these tall wolves? It just wasn't fair. None of the Kastners were particularly big wolves, but Evie was certainly the smallest of the bunch. "I think it's gotta be against some kind of rule to be taller than you," he announced, stretching out on his stomach and rolling to take the weight off of his left hind leg. "Also, I can't run, but good idea. If I see him, I'll just turn and slowly walk the other way." He offered him a smile. There wasn't a chance he would tell him where Fields was. "Murielle won't hurt you, but don't take any food from her." 

           He scanned over Fields, looking over his companion's physique and trying to gauge how he was feeling. "Do you feel any better, talking about it?" he asked, resting his chin on his forepaws. As tense as their conversation had been, he did appreciate being able to rest like this.