Whitefish River Starting to rust

Every question dodged, and perhaps if Evergreen had been further distracted he wouldn’t have noticed—something is wrong. Something stinks like secrets and the bear’s fur continues to stand on end.
Mismatched green eyes sharpen, his disapproval evident on his face. For now, though, Hieronymous’ health comes first. You aren’t… acting like yourself. He comments slowly. Sure, his speech isn’t that different, but his body movements? Odd.
So, he doesn’t waste further time, he leans his head back and calls for @Speedy.