Blackfeather Woods On second thought

Skoll truly didn't know how to answer that question. What was it like in ursus? Some would call it a bloodbath, others a group of warriors that don't poke unless they themselves are. Or maybe a group of Bear-Cultists. They were none of those, Skoll mused. They were more than that. 

"Ursus is a family that shares their love and hate." Was all he could think of saying in those moments. 

They certainly did share their hate, but Skoll wasn't so sure about love just yet. Ursus was like a lot of things, being inside Ursus was like a lot of things. At first it may have seemed like a bloodbath that Skoll promised himself to, but after some time, he realized it wasn't that. Especially after his talk with Merrick before. The group was built on shared feelings, he felt like. At least, it seemed that way. When one wolf felt one way, the entire pack did. They fed on one another's emotions. 

"We are warriors, grouped together after being shoved away from our previous lives." Was another thing he thought felt accurate. In their leaders' case anyway.