Bearclaw Valley Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

Skoll hadn't noticed Evien at first, too stuck in his own head about recent events. The stranger that was covered in blood, begging. Somehow the man couldn't say if he hated that moment or not. It was a surprise, but he joined the man knowing what kind of pack it was that he was getting into. Merrick had been violent since Skoll had run into him at first, that much was extremely easy to see, by the scars that lined his body, and how he hunted. Everything about the man screamed dangerous. He wasn't going to leave, though. The dark male had made a promise and he was going to keep it, for now. 

Until things got too much to handle, anyway. 

And then something collided with his side, turning with a rush, though more sluggish than normal because of how tired he was. He was surprised to see who he saw, though, it'd been a while since he ran into the small one. 

"Evien." He noted, stepping out of the way of the other wolf for a moment, to give the two of them some space.