Blackfoot Forest you speak like constellations

If he had known the man's doubts, Evien would have reassured him that he was just new to the area and that the bum leg made it rather difficult to get around. So he was probably the least likely to know of his family of almost all the wolves in the area. But Evien was not a mind reader, so he wasn't able to.

The white wolf seemed almost confused when Evien asked him his name - which Evien had been under the impression was a societal norm. Kvasir was an interesting one - difficult to say. "It's nice to meet you, Kvasir," he responded cordially, nodding his head. "My name is Evien." 

"Is there anyone in Bearclaw Valley that you might be searching for? That could help you find your home?" Merrick and Leila had been there for a long time, as far as he understood. Maybe they knew something.