Bearclaw Valley Your Special Spot in Hell Awaits You

The raven said nothing, as Skoll expected. Not even a sound came from her direction. He knew she was inspecting him, though, and the injuries. It was easy to figure out with all the sniffling and such. Skoll, though, didn't really know what to say at her. That he was an idiot and picked a fight with someone he was pretty sure couldn't feel anything? How pathetic he was. So pathetic. 

"I picked a stupid fight - that's all." He decided. 

Skoll hated explaining himself. To anyone, his used to be family, Merrick, the woman in front of him, any wolf he ever came by. Nothing good came from explaining yourself, especially if you didn't know how to do it correctly. Skoll had no idea how to read this woman, she was as stoic as ever. It only made it harder to figure out what to say. At least with Merrick he knew how the man acted at this point. The wordless woman was still a mystery.