Bearclaw Valley I just slip away and I am gone

Skoll didn't frequently pass by the Raven's den - it was a place that he found he ever needed to be. Sometimes, though, he did include it in his trecks through the territory. Today was one of those days, a day where he would pass through, make sure nothing was up, and then continue on his way. Skoll liked to be thorough, walk the entirety of the fishbowl that was bearclaw valley. To make sure no intruders lingered in its depth. And even moreso to make sure no one from the Saints decided they wanted to wriggle their way in. 

The smells of Ursus covered everything, nothing unusual. Until he caught the sight of one of Merrick's kids. Lunging at one of the wolves that had been allowed to join before, who appeared to be forcing his way in. Lips pulled back from teeth, and the dark man lunged in return. 

One couldn't join Ursus and then attack those you roomed with. 

It didn't work like that