Stone Circle Black as your soul.

Skoll was just about ready to get up and leave - he was not about to cause problems with another pack. Maybe he would have said something, though he knew his words would not go out to the warrior. The other man would surely do what he wanted, when he wanted. Just like someone that of a hardheadded turtle. The other man had the build to be called such a thing, too. The stregnth, as well. Though maybe the loss the other wolf had before would be against such things. 

But oh, then the other man moved to rush forward and the only thing Skoll could do was sit there and wait for him to either lose or win. Inevitably one of them would be the case. The dark man thought the other to be a complete idiot for attacking right on a pack border. If he wanted a fight, he could have challenged him away from the borders. A sigh and a shake of the head.