Bearclaw Valley Your fingertips could torture

Skoll did hear the young wolf approaching, for the most part, anyway. He didn't turn his head in that direction, heterochromatic eyes focused on watching the land in front of him. Surely no one would be out this late, not with the moon out and the colder nights being here. Except for wolves from Ursus, he mused, when Aventus came closer and stood next to him. Those kids were bad luck. Skoll wasn't sure if he wanted to be standing alone with one of them. Still, he had no other choice at this point, noticing the nose of the kid getting closer to his pelt to sniff at him. 

What was Aventus trying to find? 

The hair on his neck nearly stood on end when Aventus asked the question. Who was he trying to kill? Who instructed him to kill someone? There was only a few wolves he could think of, spanning to the two who made the pack in the first place. The raven one couldn't talk, and Merrick basically controlled everything. Dangerous. 

"It depends on who it is." He decided. 

Dangerous.