Bearclaw Valley Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

His head connected with soft fur and Evien paused momentarily, a bit dazed and tired as well. Green eyes traveled upward when he heard his name, and his ears perked up. Skoll, he remembered - it had been a long time since they'd run into each other, when Evien had forced him into helping carry some herbs back to his den. Honestly, he was surprised the larger wolf even remembered his name. 

"Skoll," he greeted in return, dipping his head and trying to recover from the surprise of walking facefirst into another wolf. "Sorry for, uh... for running into you like that," he amended quickly. Maybe they could forget that ever happened. 

Green eyes flicked up to silver and he offered him a small smile. "What are you doing out so late?"