Bearclaw Valley ce tissage d'événements

"Good morning," he responded with a small smile, tail swishing back and forth. That was a bit different - she seemed... almost innocent, in a way. Unlike many of the Ursus wolves, whom Evien had become accustomed to being surly and harsher with. It was hard to play peacemaker and exhibit kindness here, though he did try. 

Green eyes took in dark black and he tipped his head to the side. "You're new," he hazarded to guess, offering her a tilted smile. "My name's Evien - I'm the medic here. And you are?"