Bearclaw Valley Voice in my head

Jaded eyes watched the other shake out what fur he had, wrinkles covering most of his skin. Skoll was almost entranced with how that.... creature looked. That guy couldn't be a wolf, couldn't be at all. It was weird, strange, even. Merrick did seem to have a streak of letting some odd ones into the pack - that one named frasure that was murdered before. Skoll didn't even know the reason but he didn't even care anymore. That certainly was the last time he ever tried to protect any packmates ever, however. Though that.... thing wasn't really considered a packmate anyway. 

This one, though, was a packmate. Welcomed, even. It was kinda weird. Though he wasn't going to chase that guy out. Skoll wondered if he was even strong enough to win a spar against that muscled being. He did win against that Revui guy, but this one seemed to be on another level. Or maybe it was because he looked weird. 

Bishop mentioned his name, saying the same two words in different starting and ending phrases. Essentially introducing himself multiple times. 

"Skoll Almir." He said his own name. 

Something happening and needing to be guided to a better time was something Skoll didn't dislike, though why someone turned to Ursus for that was beyond him. Skoll wasn't going to tell this Bishop about how aggressive the pack was, if Merrick had not already informed him. Maybe this guy would fit in anyway. 

The question surprised him, though. Skoll knew both of his parents were wolves, but anything else? He'd not known anything. The dark man had never been told stories of his other family, never met any of them either. So he had no idea what could be lingering under his bloodlines. 

"I don't know."