Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

Evien had been working. With all of the chaos going on between the packs, he'd had to gather more herbs and ensure that everything would be in order for injured packmates should they come in. When they came in, that is. It was inevitable. Luckily, the rain had been excellent for most of the flora in and around the Valley, so they were not short on healing herbs. 

He toted back some marigold in a sheath of leaves to keep them bundled together, padding back into the territory. And perhaps if he hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have noticed it, but there was a lingering scent that was distinctly not Ursus.

Dark brown ears angled forward, and he sat the herbs to the side. 

Following the trail would not prove difficult. He was intimately familiar with the territory, and the stranger's scent stuck out like a sore thumb. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked when he caught sight of her. "There are some wolves who'd eat you alive in this Valley, you know." Himself included, if she tried anything stupid. His tail was held straight out behind him - wary, anticipating.