Bearclaw Valley a seal on the subject

It had been almost a month to the day that Evien had been with the Ursus wolves, but it felt like longer. The young Kastner had developed as his own person here, learned that he was braver than he thought he would be. Felt things that he never thought he'd feel.

Was it still frightening, from time to time? Yes. But if there was ever a place that needed him, it was here, and he found himself warm with affection for this little group. It had grown, yes, and there were many wolves - and not-wolves - for him to get to know. But this was his home, and he was more than happy to be here.

Evien perked his ears at the call and stepped away from the blooming flowers he was examining - when the scent of bears lingering around this valley become less offensive to him? - and set off at a brisk, uneven trot toward where he'd heard Merrick. The brown wolf paused at the edge of the meeting, arms crossed over his chest, and smiled as he leaned on a nearby tree. He waited, listening to their howls, before adding his own to the song. A smooth, low sound - a vow to remain here, to care for them for as long as he could.