Bearclaw Valley gardenia and king protea

Taylor found Evien before Evien found Taylor. It made sense - Evie was on an adrenaline high and he smelled strongly of herbs and blood and Merrick. Fields was more difficult to pick out from the surroundings. But nevertheless, the young Kastner was excited, tail waving in a proud banner above his back. 

           "Fields," he responded happily, then paused. It was difficult to find words to say, and Evien was almost never at a loss for those. But he smiled and limped over to the blond wolf, proud in spite of his stinging injuries. Luckily the blond finally spoke, breaking their reverie. "I'm here. It sounded like you guys really needed a healer." And you're here, too. That bit went unspoken.

           He noticed the other boy's gaze flick to the injuries on his person, and he shrugged sheepishly. "You should see the other guy," he joked, ears flicking back. Just beginning to feel self-conscious about his injuries. "It's really not that bad. Things just got... weird, I guess. Didn't expect him to be so... bitey." Didn't expect himself to be so bitey, either.