Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

Skoll had made his way to the borders despite the injuries he bore on his body. Minor tears on his muzzle that Nyra had taken upon herself to make before her narrow escape. And then his tail that was gone, healing for the most part though Skoll could care less of that while he was staring the leader of that other pack in the face. A broken Alliance - that woman chose to break it the moment she attacked the child. She could have left like she was instructed, and instead chose to poke the bear and face the wraith of a hundred more. 

He stood there, composed through his want to hear the answers to Evien's questions. He held back for the most part, also only there to watch and move forward to defend the pack if he was needed. Even if he knew how to plan thing, reasoning was not one of those things he was good at. He could do it, but he was not a master at it. For now, he would hold his tongue for he had nothing to say. To yell or to snarl would just make the situation worse, and it did not call for it yet. 

So his eyes would only scan who was already there, not many yet, but Skoll didn't think they would need many wolves there. He wondered how this Donovan fellow would hold against the gaze of the bear.