Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

His question wasn't answered - the bastard had the gall to ignore the question from someone within the group that could tear him apart. The stuff he said next was an absolute joke no wolf would mouth off at their alliance and then offer a fake apology right after. Just like the woman that landed herself at the border, both of them were fake. Trying to use fake tactics to get into places they don't belong. Actually, he wondered if the man was defending the woman so much was because they were fucking. Wouldn't that be a fun layer of the cake to throw on with the rest. Even if they had dwindling numbers, it wasn't hard to go on a recruiting mission and ask a few wolves to join. Skoll didn't think anyone would anyway, from how the man presented himself. That pack was a joke. 

He lied too, before, saying that she had been dealt with. Nothing had been done. 

"So you mean nothing has been done and nothing will be done?" Evien seemed to catch that flat lie, too. The two wolves 'apologizing' were digging themselves into some deep shit, and Skoll didn't like it. Every word they said contradicted another word they'd said just before it. They were bad at lying, and it showed. At the very least they could have cut her up a bit and brought some fur or something. Said they finished her off but actually kept the woman within their ranks. She'd be stuck doing nothing for ages anyway, with how Ursus messed her up. Skoll was no leader, but he was tired of this shit. 

He stayed silent, though, as Evien spoke more. He was the one in charge, he could deal with it. He had been the one saying he wanted to protect whatever weak alliance they had built up. Ursus didn't need those guys, the Saints needed Ursus. Evien mouthed off at them and then said they were done. The alliance was over, then? Good riddance. 

Skoll would remember the scent of that pack. If any of them decided to show their fur near here... Well they would be in for a treat. Toad seemed to have the right idea, too. The two wolves that had shown up were better off leaving than sticking around here, for they would get eaten alive by the bears that were Ursus.