Bearclaw Valley Warriors should suffer their pain silently.

Skoll's eyes watched the wolf dash after the rabbit that had caught her eye. He watched as she caught it, heard the crunch behind the breaking of bones, and watched as the rabbit's body was left in a forever scream that would never he heard. Skoll wondered if a wolf could ever look like that, neck cracked, face stuck in a forever scream. Since the rabbit was down for the count, Skoll decided to make himself known.

Stepping out of his hiding place, Skoll stood straight, skinny body existing in the space, now. This wolf didn't seem like much, but her hunting skill appeared to be good enough. Perhaps he would ask to meet her in a hunt one day, if Skoll ever did such a thing. He wasn't good at fighting or hunting, but he did sometimes. Seeing the pack he was in.

"Well done." He said, sporting a face full of nothing.