Bearclaw Valley i need fresh blood.

The woman seemed to see that he wasn't hungry, in truth, Skoll was but the shadow of a wolf. Unhealthy in every way possible, almost that of a skeleton. The lack of hunger pangs was normal, though, and so was being so skinny and underweight. When one travels and doesn't stop to eat all the time, eventually the body would become used to the feeling of weakness in the bones. Skoll's body was like that. 

His eyes wandered when the woman moved to eat the rest of whatever she'd caught, and he wondered if she had any weaknesses one could exploit in battle. If she would miss one step to be knocked over, or not. Large, the body of a fighter. Clearly someone worth watching. 

Most of the wolves in the pack were. 

When she moved to begin leaving, his eyes traveled back up to meet hers when she silently offered to let him patrol with her. Okay, he could do that. 

"We've not properly met yet." He noted, following. Yes, they'd run into one another before, but never an introduction.