Bearclaw Valley Everyone Is Disposable

About 57 degrees f, partly cloudy, night

Skoll wandered. He always did. Nothing changed now that he was within the pack. It was a lot, really. Being in a pack and having to support other wolves along with himself. He brought himself to the pack before it was official, helped bring it up from the ground. it was something of a scary thought. Skoll didn't think he could ever help with something like that. He wasn't planning on leaving, though.

Skoll was laying under the stars, pitch black out. Most of the sky wasn't visible, clouds covering spots of it, looking like splotches of snow on a melting grass. Heterochromatic watched those white puffs waver and swish through, moving slowly like the turtle that raced the rabbit in that one story he'd long forgotten. The quiet was nice, really nice. 

Maybe he could relish it a little longer.