Bearclaw Valley dancing with the devil

Evien didn't have to wait long for the dark-pelted boy to arrive, orange eye boring a hole into his flesh. Like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun, both scrutinized and burning alive. There certainly was danger in this boy's gaze, and Evien wasn't certain whether he was nervous or excited by it.

            Still, he offered the leader of the little group a small smile and wave of his tail, carefully set around his hocks. Careful, careful, careful. Evien Kastner was always careful.

            Perhaps now was the time to change that. Perhaps he would regret it.

         "I never did learn your name," he said calmly, forest green eyes meeting the singular orange of the wolf before him.