Bearclaw Valley Girl, I, must warn you

I'd love to IC meet some Ursus pals! Come join!

Date: 4/25
Time of Day: Early Afternoon
Cloud Cover: Overcast
Precipitation: None
Temperature: 33°F / 1 °C  
Wind Speed / Direction: 0 mph / 0 km/h — Easterly
Viewing Distance 6 mi / 9.7 km

Orson liked the Valley. It was beautiful! And unique, which was a beauty on its own. She rounded the perimeter of the bowl, spreading her scent amongst the territory, then turning inwards. She passed where she met Galena and Merrick, going deeper until she found the meadow: Rivenstone it was supposed to be called, but Orson didn't know that. It was a circular meadow of blue and purple flowers growing strong in the spring air, rocks and trees sprinkled about. She flopped down at the foot of one of the trees, determined to rest here a while.

Skoll was well aware that the meadow was the only place to get inside Ursus, and it must have been why Merrick tasked him with putting borders around it. But before he could do such a thing, Skoll would have to gather a couple of wolves to take with him to do it. Having the area outside of the current borders that lead into their place would be good. Giving them more hunting space, plus it allowed them to keep a closer eye on anyone that could be coming close to the innermost places of the territory. 

The place he was currently walking through, was a part of the meadow. Bathed in purple flowers that Skoll walked upon and squished with every step. He didn't care for keeping the plants safe, if they were in his way, he would crush them. 

He didn't notice the other Ursus wolf that was close. 

@Orson

Sorry for the wait @Skoll Almir

She closes her eyes, not yet willing to fall asleep but content on resting her brain for just a while. The chill is the last of winter's hold, if the blooming flowers had anything to say about it. Spring was here, chilly or not.

The growing flowers did make an excellent crunch as someone stepped on them, alerting her to the presence of someone else. She doesn't raise her head, merely opening her eyes to seek out who it was, and fastening them in the masculine figure. 'ello.

He continued to crunch through the flowers, not bothering to make sure no one else was nearby. Though a voice reached the tall man's ears and his heterochromatic eyes looked over. Another non-interesting looking wolf. Tall, but still shorter than the dark man. She looked like she could be useful for fighting, but one's skill was not limited to their looks. 

"Hello." Came in a reply. 

Another Ursus wolf- the pack was growing too fast for Skoll to meet all of the other wolves. He had a task to get to soon, which meant finding wolves to do it. He would just have to find a way to bring it up in conversation, even if he spoke little. 

@Orson

She snorted, looking at the blackfurred male. Ye all so young? She sighed. And dark of hue, she added to herself. Merrick didn't seem the type to favor physical hue over physical prowess. Name's Orson. What's yours, lad?

Skoll didn't understand the woman. Maybe he kind of started the conversation, but her mention of his age, was strange. He didn't think he was that younger than her - didn't appear to be anyway. And then a name. Orson, she'd said. Skoll'd not heard a name like that one before.

"Skoll" 

@Orson

The kid was rather quiet, his face blank as she talked. It made her feel awkward. Bunch of stoic little kids around here. Skoll, huh? With her accent, the name was no doubt contorted and twisted. Kinda like skull, she remarks, smirking a bit. How'd Merrick rope ye in 'ere?

His name did almost sound like Skull, didn't it. However the sounds were not the same. The accent of the woman distorted the sound of his name in some ways, but he didn't really care. What he was wondering was why she was so curious about how he came to joining the pack. Telling the story wouldn't hurt anything, and it wasn't that exciting. 

"He just asked me to join after a game of chase." A shrug. Nothing more, nothing less. 

@Orson

She barked a laugh at the ridiculousness of both of their recruitments. 'e told me' bout the bears an' promised me freedom. she hadn't seen any bears since then — only scented them. As for freedom... Well, she didn't feel much of that either. She wasn't entirely sure what was holding her down here, but it wasn't much. Have you seen any o' those bears?

Skoll truly could say it was his curiosity of Merrick that brought him following for so long. Curiosity if the man actually would get what he wanted, and that Skoll himself wanted to learn more. And he had. Skoll had learned plenty about the smaller male over time. He now was curious about other wolves of their pack, women? Not so much. However he had to subject himself to learning more. What kind of planner would he be, if he didn't know things? A bad one, that's what. 

He did wonder why Merrick proposed freedom. Just being within a pack took it away - they were restricted to the place by their own ties. It didn't mean the wolf couldn't go exploring though. Maybe the coyowolf was just trying to collect as many members as possible. Well, Skoll wouldn't fault him for it. 

Skoll had smelled the bears before, they did linger in this place. Though he wondered if they stayed clear of the wolves. 

"In passing." Was the correct answer, there. He'd not been close enough to one to watch it. But he'd seen one moving through the shadows, once. 

@Orson

She sucked her teeth (or gave the reasonable approximation of the noise). Shame. Another promise lackin', she shook her head, though it was more sarcastic than true. She was still intrigued by Merrick and his merry (well, not quite) band of young wolves and bears. the interactions he had had with them so far had been intriguing, to say the least. She was still interested enough to stay. They're probably just busy fattenin' up,