Bearclaw Valley Never Seen You Before

Evien cursed himself for being antisocial. He was part of a pack now - he really should've spoken to more than, what, three of the members? In his defense, he had been quite busy, finding the medicine den and gathering herbs and treating the injuries of not only packmates who fought off a legitimate threat and packmates who thought it would be fun to shred one another for funsies. 

With a sigh, the brown wolf padded through the territory. It was a nice day for a walk, he thought, and to go out looking for more herbs to add to the stash he was steadily growing. In all honesty, Evie was proud of his work. He'd done a good job for his pack, damn it. 

The rain felt amazing on his fur, reminding Evien of living by the river when he was younger. Briefly, the boy closed his eyes to relish the feeling, and when he opened them again, he spotted what had to be one of the larger wolves he'd seen. Skinny, and dark, but very tall - almost a full foot taller than Evien himself. 

"Hello," he called, angling large ears forward. Was this stranger one of his packmates? He couldn't recall seeing him before. "You're from Ursus, too, right?"