Wapun Meadow If I was out of my body you would see the truth

Oh, yikes. Evien was excited to bring the Saints' medic to his den and share pointers and perhaps have another healer he could associate with, up until Merrick told him to take Leila as well. The black wolf was, understandably, not happy at their leader's words, and Evien couldn't blame her. He wouldn't have wanted to be escorted off like that, either, should their roles have been reversed.

Still, eager to save face and possibly ease some of the tension that had been steadily building, Evien padded over to the purple-eyed woman, fixing her with a small smile. 

"Would you mind coming with me?" he asked quietly, voice hushed to keep the one-sided conversation out of ears' reach of any eavesdroppers, and his brows knitted together. "I know it's probably not ideal, but I could use the protection." That was not a lie, either. He didn't fully trust these wolves, as much as he was excited to have a potential ally. He didn't want their medic to attack him when his back was turned - he doubted he'd stand a chance, should a fight break out. "It's completely up to you, Leila." He wondered, vaguely, if she'd recalled him offering the name to her in the first place, or if that was something that happened often with the mute wolf. 

Regardless, it felt proper to address her with a title, so he would.