Bearclaw Valley Never Seen You Before

If the approach was meant to intimidate, it did not. Evien stood his ground and simply craned his neck back to look up at the man, smile never faltering. Yeah, this was about the same height Fields was, he thought, though the pale eyes were unnerving where the golden boy's were a comforting sky. Was Evien owned? Perhaps. Bound, certainly, by some sense of morality or bond or duty. 

But he was no house cat.

Truly, what he was looking for was conversation. And that was as much as he'd gotten out from the man yet. "That doesn't convey a feeling," he said thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. "I suppose, though, I can't say much either. Don't really know how I feel about the place just yet."

Forest eyes traveled back to the man. "Are you busy right now?"