Bearclaw Valley interim

Evien frowned at the mention of the pompous little boy and he scoffed, ears pressing back in annoyance. "No, they certainly need to keep their children under better watch," he muttered, trying to keep his fur from rising up. That kid had been a piece of work. "But," he continued, trying to give them the benefit of the doubt. "Maybe they didn't send him. It could've just been a stupid kid... being a stupid kid." A stupid kid who got what he deserved. 

"Let me look at that," he urged quietly, gesturing toward the wound on Merrick's jaw. "We wouldn't want it to get infected." As for the part about being his conscience, that was debatable. Evien was certainly not of upright moral standing either. Still, he stepped forward, extending a hand to turn Merrick's head with a gentle touch so he could look at the wound more carefully.