Blackfeather Woods On second thought

Truthfully, Skoll didn't know how to put Ursus into words. It did feel like a group of wolves that abandoned their previous lives, except for maybe Merrick who was hellbent on getting revenge from Easthollow about his mother. One thing he did understand, but was still confused about. He was even more confused about the look the man gave him when he blurted out his mother's name, it still felt like a warning. Skoll would heed that warning. He wasn't trying to get himself murdered by his own leader.

An eyebrow raised at the mention of how 'blackfeather was' Was it a pack? It had to be. Skoll hadn't heard of that one before, perhaps it was something of the past. Skoll didn't know if he should question the other man about the past, though he was curious. Even then, curiosity could kill, and Skoll was not looking to be murdered. 

He was thankful though, that this man named Rowan didn't ask the location of Ursus. Skoll might have had to lie then, but maybe it wasn't something he should be thinking about when the question could be asked at any time. He would just say Northeast, direct the wolf somewhere else. The silent was almost deafening, compared to how much he liked silence most days.

"I hope i'm not taking up too much of your time." He noted.