Whitefish River and here we go, life's waiting to begin

Thank you, he whispers—quiet for Eve who is usually enthusiastic about the sport, yet the moment seems private, as if only he and Winterbourne are in this realm right now. The gentle grooming of his mate has him relaxing further, leaning and humming into the touch. He noses when he can, and gives him a kiss.
Yet the shift worries him, even with the reassurance that it isn’t anything bad, Eve is puzzled. Uh, he pauses, What’s up?