Bearclaw Valley Your Special Spot in Hell Awaits You

Takes place present day

Skoll was feeling. Something. He was feeling something. What that something was he wouldn't be able to tell a soul. Maybe it was regret that he wasn't able to catch the woman that had tossed Merrick's child, or maybe it was the fact that he'd done got himself mauled after losing her. Either way, it had been some days since the incident and he didn't see anything happening to the woman. Donovan, or whatever the hell that guy's name was, would not deal with Nyra in any way. He made it very clear in the way he spoke to the wolves when he went to their border. 

And just that alone made Skoll grind his teeth. He wasn't going to act like an idiot and go try to hunt her down, especially with a good amount of the fighters in the pack being injured. It didn't stop him from thinking about it. Thinking about it just made the itch in his teeth get worse, and that made him wonder how he became this... this thing. A monster. Skoll was never one for fighting - he was the weakest wolf out of his family, due to his weight and the fact that he never seemed to build any muscle. He never wanted to draw anyone's blood in the past. 

Not until now, and that was scary. 

He had pledged his life to Ursus, told Merrick that he would stand by him no matter what happened. Skoll was going to do just that. Even with the swimming thoughts in his head that he was becoming something his family would hate him for. They would hate to see him like this - beaten up, bruised because of his own doings. Because he chose to follow someone so dangerous. Because he threw himself into that situation on his own after seeing how dangerous Merrick was. The fun was in the chase, though. And Skoll chased his own feelings as if it were a race. 

He chased, and chased, and chased the things his brain wanted to pursue. He wanted to pursue this pack. He wanted to stick with them despite the being he was starting to become. Or was it the urge to protect his pack that muddled his mind and fogged everything and told him to bite. Skoll did, too. He did bite, he tore at the woman's flesh until she took off. Skoll followed - of course he did. Only to lose the trail and feel his brain get even more muddled up than before. 

He'd attacked a stranger, lost his tail. All in the span of a few days. 

Oh, how his family would hate him now. If only they could see what kind of wolf he had become. 

Skoll had left them behind, though, and wouldn't go back. They wouldn't miss him anyway - all too keen to replace family members over and over again. Maybe it was best to stop thinking about them. He promised to stick where he was, in Ursus. With the group of wolves that knew how to bite as much as they knew how to feel. Skoll himself hadn't visited Merrick's child in Evien's den. He had thought about it once or twice, but the dark man wasn't needed there. it was not his time to grieve for injuries that could have killed. 

Skoll had watched the den for a little while, before getting bored. Now he found himself staring up at the clouded sky, lying down in the grasses, away from that area but still within the midlands of the borders.