Bearclaw Valley one who is already beyond life himself

Evien's life was all about routine these days. Ursus had gotten smaller, but they were still abundant in dramatics and in aggression. They still needed a healer, and he was more than happy to fill his role. It was what he'd picked all those months ago, and it was where he was going to stay until he died. And the most insane thing was that he enjoyed his life here. Was it perfect? Of course not. But he'd grown to love the bearwolves and their contentious personalities.

Merrick had not come to lament to him in a while, so Evien felt an odd mixture of amused and concerned when the Bruin-witch approached, his dark ears angled forward and forest eyes fixing on singular amber.

"She left?" he questioned, tipping his head to the side. Had Leila truly gone from Ursus, or was Merrick only speculating she might? "She did seem a bit... miffed, at the meeting. But I didn't think she'd leave over it.."