Bearclaw Valley maybe they’re right

"He won't die." Of that Evien was certain. It was bad, yes, but with time the boy would heal. "His breathing is clear and the wrap is keeping his chest stable. I'm watching him very carefully." Aventus was still sleeping, but that was to be expected. His remaining eye - and the blinded one, but that was useless - scanned the other male over, and his expression softened a bit. 

A sigh pulled from his chest and he closed his eyes for a moment. If he couldn't clear Merrick's mind of his son, perhaps he could help ease this burden. "If the Saints come here, I'll handle them," he told his companion evenly. "There's a chance she was acting independently and if they do the right thing and remove her," in whatever form that may be, "then maybe we won't have to fight." They couldn't handle that right now, warring with both packs on either side. Evien was sure Merrick could understand.