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Figurehead. So this was a forming pack, not just some friends that were living together. An idea struck the back of Evien's mind as he looked between the two, gaze finally setting back on Fields with a light smile. So he was sleeping better - that was good. "You look better," he remarked, tail swaying lightly at his haunches. "Of course I came to check on you. I'd make for a pretty poor medic if I didn't." He was careful what he said in front of Merrick. The boy didn't know how much of Fields' past he knew, but it wasn't Evie's place to tell.

           Turning his attention back toward Merrick, Evie dipped his head just slightly. Didn't leaders like being acknowledged like that? He remembered his father saying something about it once or twice. "Do you have a medic in your group? A healer?" he questioned, tipping his head to the side. It hadn't really occurred to the Kastner to join a pack, but he did want to help others, and if he could be useful then it might not be the worst idea.