Bearclaw Valley saying you're to blame

evien was commanding, sarcastic, piquant. devilishly impressive. but he had already earned merrick's respect.
the coywolf slipped from cover, padding toward the three with a relaxed air. two sheepish, and their healer lording over the scene with hard green riverstone for eyes.
"who's your friend?" he inquired of evien, jerking scarred muzzle toward the newcomer. he saw no reason to ask what had transpired, for kastner had handled them. merrick would not involve himself in that which did not pique his curiosity.