Bearclaw Valley beloved physician

His eyes wandered over the wound and then flicked away, dismissive. You are stupid, he pronounced. You do not see how you are favoured. You live because father is devout and the bear sensed that, but you should have died, and Evien should have lived. It was the first time he had given any outward hint that he wished ill will upon his sibling, but he still believed she had threatened him first. She had carved the rift between them, and he upheld it with a vengeance. He didn't mean it, not really, not deep down. But he did on the surface.

You will not be favoured forever, sister, he said, licking spittle from his lips as he turned to abandon her there at a steady lope. It was harsh of him, but he believed wholly that her disappearance from the pack had branded her unworthy, and he was fully prepared to oppose her at every turn until she proved otherwise. He had been injured, but he had never left.

He was loyal to Ursus, and he unfairly believed that Avicus was loyal only to her desires.