Wapun Meadow i could follow those stylish trends

Skoll was doing as he always did, checking out the meadow to make sure no weirdos were getting to close to the Ursus border - Merrick instructed him with the task before and he wasn't going to not do his job. Even if he was injured and tail-less now. That didn't matter much, anyway. As he walked through the place, there wasn't much to look at besides some stragglers that were getting close - and oh shit there were stragglers getting close. At least, if someone considered just being in the meadow getting close. 

He stayed a bit away, getting closer. The plants that were normally there wouldn't do much for him seeing the time of year it was. Things were starting to die but not as fast as they would if it was the middle of the season. Skoll wasn't going to throw himself in the middle of a large group being injured, or at all really. There was no way he would survive if they tried to chomp at him - unless he booked it back into Ursus. But he didn't want to lead a group back into the pack, even if there was more in Ursus than there was of them. 

Heterochromatic eyes watched, waited to see what they would do.