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Evien jumped a bit at the voice of a stranger, and kept his expression remarkably neutral at the sight of one burning orange eye peering back at him. He blinked a few times, trying to gauge the dark-furred wolf's intentions, and tilted his head just slightly to the side. The guard hairs along his nape were standing, which was curious, and caused a frown to tug at the corners of Evie's lips. There was something unsettling about this stranger, but not enough to be unfriendly. Just enough to put the young Kastner's guard up. 

           "Hello," he responded in kind, stepping forward and letting his tail sway behind him as well. "My name is Evien Kastner. Have you happened to see-"

           Ears perked up at the sound of his name used, and he turned his gaze over to spot the newcomer to the conversation. So he was here, and looked a lot less like he was about to keel over from exhaustion. Like maybe the gears in his head didn't have to work so hard. "I was just coming by to check on you," he told him, an easier smile finding its way to his maw. "Is this one of the friends you were talking about living with?" the boy questioned, looking back over at Merrick. He wondered how he'd lost his eye; what the wound must've looked like before it healed.