Whitefish River graphite

Being under assessment is yet another circumstance the bearish wolf has to get used to. An eyebrow arches slowly as the still-wet male looks him over. Maybe finding some sort of strength or flaw in the way he stands there unyieldingly. His head tilts at the quiet hum, and Eve nods a touch too fast when he asks if he's the "Boss".

Uh, yeah. Boss isn't the right word for it since he isn't quite here to bark out orders, but, yeah, basically he is. My name's Evergreen.