Bearclaw Valley bear with me

// phone post

Evien was not at all accustomed to this type of fighting. It was wild and chaotic, vicious and bloody. He couldn't ever remember his parents getting into fights like this - their family had been so civilized.

At least he knew his services were needed here.

He was surprised that Fields stopped immediately, and warmth filled his chest in spite of the fighting. Evien looked over just in time to see Merrick throw himself at the massive wolf. It was a good attack, knocking the man backward but not dislodging him from the black female.

Finally, finally, the stranger let go of the girl and turned to run off on three legs. Evien made a mental note to seek him out later, just before Astara sprinted after him as though she wasn't pouring blood.

"Fuck," he hissed, wrinkling his muzzle in frustration. Green eyes flicked toward Merrick. "Could you bring her to me when you get the chance? And yourself." They were close, if he recalled correctly. Maybe he could corral her.

His attention turned to the smaller wolf - white and cute - and he scanned him over. He wasn't part of the main fight, from what he could tell, and though Evien wanted to get to know his pack mates, now was not the time. He was all business. "If you're hurt, you can come with me. If not, don't distract me." If there was anything Evien hated, it was distractions while he was working.

"You," he continued, turning to Fields, "are coming with me."