Bearclaw Valley well me, i like plastics, and digital foils

As far as Evien was concerned, he didn't truly belong to anyone. But he was just as much this girl's as he was Merrick's, in a sense - they belonged to the same pack, he treated them the same way. Wounds were wounds, and he was there to take care of them.

"I'm here to help," he assured, crouching down to pick up the dry, clean moss to press to her shoulders so that it could soak up any blood that happened to be oozing out. Patiently, the healer allowed the girl to assess the items he was using - rosehips and moss, really - before he used them, chewing up the herbs and spreading them carefully across the wound. 

Halfway in, green eyes flicked down to the wraith's indigo gaze. "Do you have a name, or can I give you one?" he asked with a small, playful smile.