Bearclaw Valley interim

// @Merrick ^^

Evien was... restless. The wolves of Ursus might be a more instinctual, less emotional group, but the medic was not. He'd been thinking of the things Merrick had said at the border, of his message that he'd sent to the nearby pack. Of course, Evien knew of it - he'd never strayed too close to their border, but he'd smelled them from afar, and now the boy who'd come by to stick his nose into their business.

And the threats.

The brown wolf tipped his head back and howled, calling for his leader, requesting an explanation that he'd been obediently silent about on the border.