Bearclaw Valley one who is already beyond life himself

It was nice, Evien mused, to have someone put so much trust in him. For a while, he'd wondered if it was truly in his best interests to stay in Ursus. But as time passed and bonds grew, he had no doubt that this was where he belonged.

His beliefs had always been a point of contention between himself and Merrick, but over time, he felt as though they'd reached a mutual understanding that neither of them was bound to sway too far on those morals. Still, a lopsided grin formed on his maw. "I'll do my best," he assured him, eyes crinkling. "But I do think we work together now much better than we did at the start." That was an understatement. Evien had mellowed a bit, and was no longer quite so temperamental, but when he'd first gotten there he'd been so angry. He liked to think he'd gotten better.

"I'd like to tell her," he realized aloud, brows raising a bit. "It would be nice to have her blessing, too. To make sure she's okay with it." He looked back to Merrick and tipped his head to the side. "If that's okay with you?"