Bearclaw Valley your dark splendor

Evien was in his den for once, sorting through some of the herbs. It was hard to dry them out with the rain falling the way it was, so he was having to get a little creative about keeping them relatively dry and fresh. Moss and little racks that he'd made of sticks were crucial to his process here, and he was meticulous about his organization.

The boy jumped a bit at the sound behind him, ears flicking toward the leader as he approached. He frowned in confusion and concern, tilting his head to the side. 

"The girl?" he asked, brows arching. "What's wrong with her?"