Wapun Meadow Boom.

The other boy seemed to be far more aggressive in his approach than Evien was. The intimidation tactic was funny - Evien was far past the ability to be intimidated by random wolves. His own pack was far scarier, he mused, a smile crossing his maw as he awaited the larger wolf to reach him. Evien kept his posture neutral, though his chin did raise as the other boy approached, not keen on submission at the moment. 

"Ursus," he responded breezily, scanning the boy over. His pack scent was nice, woodsy and rich. Evien had only caught it in passing, clinging to Rosina's pelt and lingering on the one stranger at the border. "In Bearclaw Valley." He jerked his chin toward the territory haphazardly, though it was fairly far behind him. 

A brow raised and his maw quirked up in a smile. "You don't have to be so stiff, you know. I'm a medic, not a warrior. I'm not gonna hurt you." It seemed his pack's reputation preceeded him. "What's your name?"