Bearclaw Valley your dark splendor

Evien arched a brow at the sudden outburst, a cold feeling twisting in his gut. It was something about the look in Merrick's eye, the curl in his smile. Part of him wanted to growl back, to ask what he'd ever done to warrant being talked to like this, but this situation wasn't about him.

The healer stepped forward, green eyes flashing in their own way. "I haven't told anyone," he responded, moving to block Merrick's exit with careful steps. "What do you mean, it's best if this never happens?" His ears pressed back slightly and his body tensed a little, waiting for an answer. "I don't have anything that can stop it."