Bearclaw Valley saying you're to blame

Fields, at the very least, looked more repentant than Toad. Was the gray boy even trying? Evien sighed through his nose and closed his eyes to stave off further annoyance - his temper could be a cruel thing, and he really shouldn't take it out too much on these two. The wounds weren't that bad, after all. Nothing life threatening.

Merrick showed up then, and Evie flicked an ear toward the coywolf, green eyes still raking over the boys in front of him. "Not really a friend, per say. I found him one night a while back, throwing up because he ate rotten fish." A smirk, then, devious and directed at the gray-furred boy. Toad had been the one to throw Fields under the bus when they first showed up, blaming the fight on him and then bragging about winning. He needed knocked down a peg or two. "His name is Toad. Apparently wants to join. Would you mind too much if I took him to the medicine den and fixed him up a little, with Fields?" It was only fair that he asked permission.