Blackfeather Woods On second thought

One of the crows was closer than the others. Skoll wondered what kind of noise it would make if he bit it. Except he still didn't move a muscle. A deer in headlights, he could have been compared to. Except without the surprise, the blood and gore. 

the wolf offered a tail wag, and Skoll's ears only seemed to get more pointed. He didn't offer a wag in return, solely because he never would in the first place, even to his own packmates. 

"No one." the man grunted out, testing the waters in his own way. He debated turning back to go home, but one couldn't turn their back on a possible enemy.