Emberwood again I will say: Rejoice!

The man would be handsome, if he weren't so... haggard. Upon closer inspection, Evien began to get concerned. He was a healer, after all, and this wolf clearly was not in the best of health. Thin, ragged, scarred. There was just something not right here, but not in a way that made Evien fear. Rather, he was concerned. 

"I don't mind the water, either," he responded, recalling his youth by the river. Muddy and soaking wet, most of the time. It was fun, when his mother hadn't freaked out about it. Get out of that water, Evie dear! You'll catch your death! "But I'd prefer some sunshine."

What brought him here? "Escaping, for a bit," he responded, surveying the man once more. "You look about as tired as I feel." The comment was breezy, lighthearted, but gauging how well the man was feeling. Perhaps he could help.