Bearclaw Valley I know my love can be the killing kind

Evien's brows knitted together in concern when the child spoke. "Why would you think you were in trouble?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and studying the boy. He didn't think he'd done anything to suggest he might be. "You're not in trouble. I think what she did to you was beyond any punishment you would have received. You were very brave to try to fight her, but it was dangerous, and you shouldn't go into fights you can't win." Not that Evien was the best person to be explaining this, considering he'd done much the same several times already.

A small smile formed on his maw. "If you start fights like that, it makes more work for me. And while I love taking care of all of you, I would also appreciate if you would protect yourself, too. Which includes not attacking wolves that are much bigger than you," the medic offered, eyes soft and tone kept level and calm. "As a favor to me, and to your parents - who were very worried for you - do you think you could be more careful in the future?"