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They appeared to be having a conversation, and from that, Skoll decided he did not trust them. He did want to know why the hell they were standing so close to the pack - especially seeing that there was only a single way to get to the borders. Through this very meadow. His eyes turned to look at Astara as she appeared to also spot the strangers. Skoll wondered what she was thinking, especially at the woman that he could only describe as thirsty. He ignored the compliment he was sure that was thrown at his face, and the whistle that was shot in both of the wolves' general direction. It seemed that everyone they met thought the dark woman next to him was attractive, Skoll didn't really see it. Though he didn't really see the woman's sudden compliment at him, either. 

Skoll was really the last wolf to have anything to give - he didn't even know where the packs were, even! Those guys didn't need to know that, though, and Skoll didn't even know they were looking to steal anything anyway. They did seem suspicious, and it didn't help that only one approached while the rest were left whispering something Skoll couldn't hear. They didn't seem lost. With all of that confident whistling and whining that woman had been doing. He looked to the raven woman again to see what they would do. Even if she couldn't speak, Skoll could read visual cues well enough.