Wapun Meadow Boom.

Evien needed to relax. Stress emanated from the very core of his being - the little brown wolf was pulled thin by the demands of his pack. Not only their physical needs, but more the mental effort it took to keep to himself. The most recent pack meeting was an excellent example - how Merrick could be so docile in his presence but then turn and attack a wolf was beyond him, and he didn't think he'd ever understand it. 

It hurt, he realized. He wanted Fields back. 

The medic had decided to take a day from caring for Rosina and go for a walk. Not gathering herbs, not working. Just a restful walk, which he desperately needed. He hadn't expected to run into anyone today, and much less a member of the pack to the east. 

They looked a lot alike, Evien realized with a slight smile. Chocolate brown with green eyes, though the other wolf was considerably larger than him. This didn't have to be a bad encounter, he decided - after all, he wasn't territorial over the meadow. 

By way of greeting, the healer chuffed, slowing his pace so there was still some distance between them. He didn't want to get too close too quickly, just in case.