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Ugh, Evergreen groans. The snow did little to cushion his fall. Pain starts at his forelegs where the impact began, and crawls all the way up to his chin where he landed. Fortunately, he thinks, no one is around. Naïve, for not long after his tumble as he stays splayed out on the ground, the brown wolf hears quiet footsteps approaching. His eyebrows furrow; fur bristling on end. Cautious, for who knows what or who these footsteps belong to.

Evergreen rolls ever so gracefully onto his side away from the evil that caused his demise. Each movement reminding him of his mistake. He starts to right himself when he spots the silver wolf—quiet, concerned and thankfully no apparent threat. His ears fold; embarrasment heating his face. Uhm, the bearish wolf cuts off and scrambles to his feet, wincing at the pull of his right leg. Nah, I'm okay! I, uh, am... used to it? Wow, way to make yourself sound amazing, Evergreen. He laughs awkwardly.

Uh, thanks though. I'm... Evergreen.