Bearclaw Valley Never Seen You Before

Skoll Almir. It seemed fittingly dark and daunting for the man before him, he thought, interested by this spectre. He could be Fields' shadow, Evien thinks in amusement, green eyes scanning over similarly long limbs and skinny physique. Essentially the opposite of Evie's own small, short body, but perhaps he'd be more slender if he were stretched out to that degree, as well. 

At least Evien wasn't the only tiny wolf in Ursus. Merrick and Ico were both his size, if not smaller than he was. More nimble and dainty, whereas his leg served as an anchor to tie him down to the earth. 

It sucked, to put it bluntly.

Still, the name itself didn't give Evien much to go off of in terms of conversation. This man was like a safe, and Evie had to find the right combination for it. "What do you think of Ursus?" he asked casually, dark brown tail swishing behind him. "Do you think it's a good home?"