Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

Before Evien could even consider replying to the boy in front of him, he was suddenly quite roughly bowled to the side by a massive stranger. Considering the fact that one leg was useless, Evien had poor balance on the best of days, and far less when dipshits like this decided to shove him down into the mud. 

The boy got back to his feet and whirled on the man - part of his pack, he realized belatedly, but certainly not someone who had been there very long. Green eyes blazed with anger and his muzzle wrinkled just slightly. 

"I don't know what history you have with this kid, and I honestly don't give a shit," he began, stepping forward so he could position himself between the males and try to gain the beast's attention. "If you ever shove me down like that again, I will put buckthorn in your next meal and you'll be shitting all over Ursus." Evien narrowed his eyes at the larger wolf, muddied fur along the name of his neck standing on end. "Are we clear?"

He had honestly kind of forgotten about the boy behind him in his anger, but he'd remember in a minute.