Larksong Grotto I just thought I'd sit here quietly

His offer? Strength in battle. Any wolf could fight, though not every wolf could win. Skeet looked over Novak, a judging gaze covering his eyes. He didn't look like a fighter to him, where were his scars? Skeet was a fighter and he could prove it with his own evidence, but the man in front of him looked clean.

He looked towards Reek, who was staying silent as his subordinate gave the interview. He returned his gaze to Novak. "A military pack you say?" He asked curiously, though he returned to being a bit bored. "Any wolf can fight. You are scarless, where is your evidence that you have experience in battle?" He asked.

Skeet believed strictly in 'seeing-is-believing'. If this wolf said to be a warrior, then sure as hell he would need to prove it. Skeet would wrestle the other if need be, he wanted to know what this guy had in him that was special. Scars were not hauntings to Skeet, they were trophies. They were proof that he got into a fight and survived, they didn't make him dreary. He almost liked telling stories about how he got them, of coarse Skeet always liked to talk about himself.