Bearclaw Valley what would i do

Well, yeah, he didn't want to bring harm to anyone, but it was getting to the point where he felt like he needed to be able to defend himself and his pack, if necessary. Besides, it wasn't like he'd never fought before. Merrick had made him when he first joined the pack, and it had gotten a little (a lot, actually) violent. Evien doubted many of the Ursus wolves thought him capable of such a feat, and he almost wished he wasn't, but he was willing to do what was necessary. 

The larger wolf turned to leave, or... so Evien thought. 

Suddenly, weight slammed into him, and it was comically akin to a flyswatter hitting the aforementioned fly. He stumbled, falling gracelessly onto his side, and quickly got back to his feet. A grin broke out on his face - he'd have to thank Revui later - and he lunged, then, trying to weave beneath the man's forelimbs.