Bearclaw Valley Completely Zoned Out

Patrolling, marking the borders - takes place present day (Aug 3) AW!

Skoll didn't have much on his mind, even after the stranger was murdered in front of everyone. There was a distinct lack of a single wolf, but he didn't pay any mind to it, or try to look for the one that he presumed missing. He didn't leave, Skoll wasn't weak willed. He might not have stayed within the meeting to watch the children have their first encounter with a death that was so fake but still shook their bones. The dark man wondered how long it was going to be until Merrick trained those kids to murder their own kind. Murder their own packmates. 

He supposed he should have saw that coming, when he joined that chase, killed those ducks with the man. Everything about him screamed violent, with the way his scars lined his body, the mannerisms he had when he spoke and moved. And yet Skoll still didn't leave. He was doing a patrol he did every day, around the borders near the meadow. Markings things as he went through as he was made to do, only to leave and hit up the meadow later as Merrick told him. For now though, he would mark the borders just before it.