Bearclaw Valley It Can Be Us

Skoll sat on his haunches. At least Merrick saw his idea as good enough. Skoll wasn't confident in his answers enough to truly show it through his voice. When he spoke, it wavered, much different to when Skoll had met Merrick initially. He was confident before, but not now with such questions that he didn't know how to answer. Of course he could figure out how to answer them, but it would take a lot more thought than his brain was willing to procces at that moment, especially with the expression that Merrick had just given. He gravely swallowed his salavia in his mouth. 

"I hear that bears like fish, but it would be a pain to hunt down that many in this time." He noted. "What about some kind of deer? Or other carrion found about." He murmored, keeping his heterochromatic eyes on Merrick's form.