Bearclaw Valley for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door

Skoll's name was spoken with something that of a false-pride. He didn't have any pride in his name nor his family name, for all he cared they were all gone now. If they knew where he was now, or the things he'd done while he was in Ursus, they'd surely disown him. That was the fun of it though, right? Leaving home without another word and striking your claim with someone new. Birds had to leave the nest eventually. 

"You don't have to look so..." He paused, thinking of the right word. "Submissive." 

Skoll wasn't quite used to wolves acting like that in this place, and they really didn't need to anyway.