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Evien loved this stretch of the territory, so close to the border that it was easier for him to leave the territory and go gather herbs if needed. It was also protected well by the briars and bushes that were growing as spring flourished around them. Of course, he was usually out there by himself, which was also something that he enjoyed, and when he had a visitor it was usually Ico or Kepler or Merrick. Or the occasional wolf with an ailment to care for.

Such would be the case today, as Evien barely registered the approach from the gray wolf he'd met at the border. But as green eyes flicked from the water to the massive wolf he arched a brow, observing his body language.

It was easily recognizable - he often took that position when his hip ached. His wasn't from an injury, of course, but it still ached nonetheless. A small smile crooked his maw upward and he made his way down from the entrance to the den to the bottom of the hill so he could be nearer to the larger wolf. 

"Would you be willing to accept an apology for my behavior the other day?" he asked, geniunely hoping they might be able to start over. He did tend to get... aggressive, to say the very least, and he was sure the gray wolf hadn't meant to run into him as hard as he had. "Maybe we could start over." It'd make things less awkward for what he'd have to do to examine and treat the other boy if they didn't have that hanging over them the whole time.

Evien extended the olive branch and waited to see if the other wolf would accept it.