Bearclaw Valley Never Seen You Before

Skoll stood to turn his body to face the other wolf instead of sitting. It was easier to see the other, that way. The way the other stood seemed off, somehow, as if one of his legs didn't cooperate with moving. Must not be a fighter, then. Skoll wasn't much of one himself despite his size. His sister was always the stronger one. Heterochromatic eyes watched the other from a distance, no matter how small it was. 

The other wolf hadn't seen Skoll yet- though the dark man always was wandering through this place. Most of the time it was spent in secluded areas he could get some quiet, away from all of the excitement a pack held. Skoll knew what joining a pack would do and what it would get him. Wolves that wanted to speak and learn more about him when Skoll wasn't that interested in anyone except for their leader's odd personality, and why Astara didn't seem to speak. 

A medic, Skoll was right. Not a fighter. And a name to go with it. Along with a question that was right to be asked. 

"Skoll Almir" He replied. 

Skoll didn't have much of a rank, though Merrick had called him a good planner, and said he'd make a good spy before. Skoll couldn't disagree. 

@Evien