Bearclaw Valley Warriors should suffer their pain silently.

The red tones certainly were a stark contrast from the other wolf's white fur. Though the man paid no mind to the red specifically. The color never bothered Skoll - at least it didn't anymore. Ursus had plenty of that color within, from the things going on with other packs. The red was a normal thing to him, now. To the greeting, Skoll offered a plain wave of his head. 

"No, thank you." He said despite himself. 

Skoll was in the uncanny valley realm of skinny, ribs protruding from his body even though he found himself to not be hungry a lot of the time. He remembered that some wolves gave him looks for that, being like this since he was able to eat actual meat. It got worse when he had to travel alone. Perhaps that was why he never did quite develop like his sister did. Weak, thin, not as strong as he should be. Skoll did still eat, but it wasn't as often as he should.