Duck Lake Look What The Duck Dragged In

Skoll watched what the other male did when he mentioned stories about his travels. The other male slouched, and clearly didn't want to talk about it. He would have maybe asked if the reaction wasn't like that. Maybe this guy had something bad happen? It wouldn't be unusual. 

He nodded at the notion that it wouldn't get too much colder. That was good. Skoll was not a big fan of the cold, even if his dark colored fur would keep most of his body-heat in. He was still cold. His paw-pads felt like they were going to freeze him to the ground. 

He didn't really know what to say. Skoll wasn't much of a talker. 

"May I ask your name? I'm Skoll." Was the only thing he could think of asking or saying.