Bearclaw Valley Ten Tigers

Evien was tired, but that was nothing new. After caring for Kukulkan, Fields' disappearance, continuously storing herbs - they only grew in certain times of the year, and if he didn't get them now, he might waste his chance to do so at all, - on top of dealing with the violence that seemed to permeate the very soil they walked on, Evien had to admit that he was worn out. 

And a little hurt about Fields. Sue him. 

The healer rubbed sleep from his eye when he heard pawsteps approaching, and got to his feet, preparing to ready up to heal another beaten Ursus wolf. He limped over to the entrance of the den, blinking in that way one does when they're chasing drowsiness away. The woman - he'd seen her before, a few times - was staring at his den like it was fascinating. 

"Never been here before?" he guessed, tipping his head to the side.