Bearclaw Valley one who is already beyond life himself

Evien paused momentarily at the question. Did Leila trust him...? He mulled it over, brows drawn up. "I'm not sure," he admitted with a small smile. "We've had... well, I don't want to call them talks, because they weren't, really, but I think that we mutually enjoyed those moments." Mostly with him treating the dark wolf, either for injuries or giving her herbs to help with her impending birth. But she had let him near her den, before the pups were delivered, and she'd let him sleep near her. "I don't want to assume, but I think she might trust me, at least a little."

And Evien wouldn't betray that trust, either. 

"I called her Leila. I thought she might like to have a name that others could call her by," he told the man. "It means night, in my grandfather's native language. It seemed fitting."