Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

His ears flatten, worry etched in his face when she stands. It seems as if she had not noticed, and Evergreen could not fault her. The pack is still new, technically not even "official", so they're currently working on strengthening their borders. The bear stands, too, shaking his head quickly.

No, it's okay. Please rest, it's safe here, and we won't harm you, he offers—panic rising in his stomach, too. Evergreen would feel awful, if she left and was out there injured and possibly alone. There's no way he would be able to sleep tonight, from guilt, if she turns away now.