Bearclaw Valley ce tissage d'événements

Oh, another medic. One who was new-ish. Trying to feel like he hadn't been replaced, Evien cleared his throat and offered her a small smile. She was endearing - a little inept, socially, he noticed, but sweet nonetheless. It would be hard to be upset with her. 

The brown boy dipped his head. "It's nice to meet you, Phoebe," he responded, not reacting much to her awkward pattern of speech. "Welcome to Ursus."

"It'll be nice to have help around," he acquiesced, nodding. "The wolves around here are... aggressive, to say the least. It does get a little exhausting, from time to time." He hummed in thought. "I guess I'd have to show you to my den."