Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

Evien padded up to the border unevenly, one eye shut tight and the other halfway open. He was slow getting there, still recovering both physically and mentally in the aftermath of the fight within the territory. He was sure he looked like shit, but he couldn't be bothered with that right now.

"What is happening?" he asked, arching a brow at the small crowd gathered. "Nobody's leaving right now. Not until someone tells me what's going on." Ah, yes. That was something a leader did, right? There was no heat behind his words - little energy - but he didn't want to fuck up their one good alliance just because Ursus wolves were too prideful.