Bearclaw Valley wounds inflicted by reason

Evien was exhausted, to say the very least. From treating Fields, to searching for and then proceeding to care for Astara as well, and the stress of the fight earlier, Evie was about ready to collapse. His fur was muddy and bloodstained, paws cracked from how far he'd walked. And he still had so much more to walk tomorrow, in search of the man they'd fought.

This was... immensely hard.

The healer was crouched beside the spring in the den he'd found, washing the mixture of Fields' and Astara's and his own blood from his paws and face. He hardly even noticed when the other boy approached, and the only reason he did was the sound of light splashing from the entrance.

Looking up, he was almost startled to see the small white wolf slinking up. That's right - he was going to seek him out later. But it seemed the boy had the same idea. "Hi," he said, a bit dumbstruck from surprise and exhaustion. "Uh, you can come in. It's alright."