Bearclaw Valley thorn bear

"We'll be alright. We started this way," he voiced aloud, seeking to comfort the bruin-witch. Ursus had started small, and it was okay. Fewer mouths to feed, fewer bodies to heal, less chance for sickness. Really, it was better this way. 

But maybe not without Astara and Avicus. 

His own chest ached at the thought of the two - Astara moreso, but also the child. He'd never really gotten to know her extremely well, but there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. It'd been that way since before she and her brother were even born. "I miss them, too," he admitted softly, not stepping away from the other man. "But they'll come back. They're both strong, and they know how to take care of themselves. And if they got hurt, I'll take care of them when they get back," he assured. When, not if. Evien had no idea if the two of them really were okay or not, but... they had to have faith.