Bearclaw Valley the valley of unrest

Skoll couldn't care less about whether or not the kid was mad at him for leaving that meeting early, it was so far out of his mind at that point that he had forgotten about it. Though if Avicus would have mentioned it, he might have scoffed. She didn't though, and Skoll was left to relish the silence as the pup looked up at him. His own eyes looked down, watching the child, wondering if she could speak or if she was as silent as her mother. Merrick could talk, so did the rest of the pack. So maybe it was just a matter of choice - the kids surely could talk now, right? He hardly kept track of their ages. 

Avicus blinked up oddly at him, and it took Skoll a moment to realize that it was a comment about his eyes. Well of course it was - even when he was a child his own family reveled at the 'beauty' of the orbs that were seared into his face and wouldn't be removed unless someone did it themselves. Skoll never really understood the beauty of it, since he was born that way. And he even had seen some others with eyes alike his before. 

"I was born like that." He said, still watching the child. There wasn't much he could say about it.