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

Merrick would be the deciding factor here, wouldn't he? Evien sighed heavily through his nose and looked down, ears lowering. Perhaps his ideals had no place in Ursus, but... he was devoted to these wolves. For better or worse, this was where he was going to remain. 

"What got you thinking about this stuff anyway?" Evien asked, deflecting, and looked up at the tall man with a tilt of his head. Changing the subject was cowardly, but he would rather not discuss Merrick at the moment.