Blackfeather Woods On second thought

Having a home to return to if someone got hurt was a pretty good reason to make a pack, Skoll admitted in his head. He thought it would be something stupid, it seemed like some just made packs to make them. Skoll had asked Merrick this same question once. The answer he got was surprising at the time, but now seemed pretty normal now that he'd been within that pack since before it was officially formed and seen in the eyes of other packs as real. And they sure did get saw as real with how many wolves joined it. 

"It sounds like a good enough reason." He pretended to muse. 

Though the question about which pack he hailed from, made Skoll wonder if he should answer that honestly or not. Had this wolf heard of Ursus and how chaotic the wolves inside it were? Skoll's paws were clean of murder, but many in the pack's were not. 

"I wasn't born there but I am in Ursus, a pack not far from here." He decided to say. It was an honest answer, but if this other wolf wanted friendship he would give some honest things away. At least until he knew enough to not want to listen anymore. Skoll was going to come back eventually anyway, though.