Bearclaw Valley gardenia and king protea

Really, though, weren't they all damaged? Evien thought that was what made other wolves so cool. Imperfections made them interesting - more beautiful. And Fields was probably one of the most beautiful things the Kastner boy had ever seen.

The valley was serene and beautiful, chilled breeze but warmed by the sun. Soothing and relaxing, with the scent of rosehips and grass and bear wolves. 

Forest green met ocean blue as Evien sought out eye contact with the other boy. "I'll teach you," he assured, fur warming under the stare and the unusual useage of his last name. "As soon as I find a place to put the den, I'll get the stuff together." Evien was always excited to share his knowledge of plants with others, but was particularly excited that it meant more time to spend with Fields.

"I am happy," he said, still smiling as he lay beside the other. "I was... nervous, at first, but I feel good about this now. Did he ask you if you could kill?" He had to know if that was normal. While Evien knew that he could, under certain circumstances, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to on command.