Blackfeather Woods On second thought

Skoll realized the wolf in front of him was pretty much a yearling, and was making a pack for himself? He supposed Merrick had been the same - young and wanting something for himself. Except it seemed Merrick wanted power for war and Rowan friendship. From what he could tell so far, anyway. One could never underestimate one's ability to lie, though that one didn't appear to be throwing lies. Skoll wouldn't return any lies in that case, but he wouldn't tell the complete truth, either. It was possible to not tell the whole truth while not lying. A skill that the man that was practically skin and bones had practiced with time. 

His demeanor was still stiff, but that was just how Skoll was - always seemingly waiting for something to happen so he could retaliate. Even when he knew nothing would come of it. Perhaps it was his body's natural responce. 

Skoll did know what Rowan meant when he said that the forest didn't grow in a day. Though he was merely using the outsiders perspective on the forest as an example of personality. That one didn't seem jaded at all. Though he supposed no one knew what having power would do to a wolf until they got that power. Skoll himself knew that sentiment relatively well. 

"I suppose you're right." He responded. Every place had things such as what Rowan was thinking about. Even the fishbowl that was Bearclaw Valley had life within. Merrick was right when he said there would be bears there to be seen. Not in the winter, however, when he mused they were sleeping until the season was over. 

"Why are you making your own pack? If i could ask." He questioned.