Bearclaw Valley Warriors should suffer their pain silently.

Snowskip spent her days more at eases, feeling comfortable with the fact she was in a group once more. It felt comforting to be with others, even if she didn't know anyone, it definitely gave faint bearings to what ShadowClan once was. She wondered how any were doing, if her sisters made it out.. But she knew her parents had perished, protecting her so. Telling her to flee from SkyClan, to survive...

And she did..

Currently the winter wolf was crouching distances away from a rabbit, her amythest gaze silently watching it, waiting for the chance to strike!

Skoll felt horrid, where his tail should be ached (though there was a nub there still) and his muzzle did too from the fight with the stupid girl that was at the borders before. He wouldn't admit how his tail was removed - it was stupid, honestly. Playing a game with someone he didn't know could be that dangreous. It was healing well, though, despite his anger at it. It wasn't that his tail was gone - really he wasn't angry about that. It was how stupid he was that had gotten it taken off of him. Maybe he should have thought before he attacked that wolf. 

As he walked through, he spotted someone he didn't recognize. Another newbie perhaps? She appeared to be hunting something down - curiously, Skoll watched. Her form appeared to be well enough to catch it, no obvious setbacks. So he waited to see if she could catch it after all.

Snowskip had a perculiar name.. For Teekon Wilds, anyway; as per' custom, one would start out with their birth name from their parents. She was gifted as 'Snowpaw,' because of her winter-like pelt, and likewise, her siblings were named Featherpaw and Dovepaw. They all held whites and grays, as so did her mother and father.

Though as also per' their customs, they would then gain a second name. But it was not granted by the parents or a family member, but by the leader of said-clan. They would give what suits them best, and she was granted with the suffix of 'skip. It was said for not only her optimism, but for her swiftness in the lands.

She was not the best healer, nor' the best warrior, but Snowskip was a damn good hunter.

When she sprung through, she gave haste, and captured the rabbit between her maw, and spiraled into a landing with a 'crunch' to it's neck. There was little mistakes to be made.

Skoll's eyes watched the wolf dash after the rabbit that had caught her eye. He watched as she caught it, heard the crunch behind the breaking of bones, and watched as the rabbit's body was left in a forever scream that would never he heard. Skoll wondered if a wolf could ever look like that, neck cracked, face stuck in a forever scream. Since the rabbit was down for the count, Skoll decided to make himself known.

Stepping out of his hiding place, Skoll stood straight, skinny body existing in the space, now. This wolf didn't seem like much, but her hunting skill appeared to be good enough. Perhaps he would ask to meet her in a hunt one day, if Skoll ever did such a thing. He wasn't good at fighting or hunting, but he did sometimes. Seeing the pack he was in.

"Well done." He said, sporting a face full of nothing.

A lurker came out, and Snowskip flashed a bloody smile, as the red tones greatly contrasted from her white pelt, "Hi there!" she greeted. He was black, and seemingly noticed that majority of Ursus were kind of one's who blended in the shadow. However, they were all quite nice despite so, it reminded her of her home, ShadowClan, "why thank you!"

"I'm Snowskip, by the way! Would you like some?" She scooted the rabbit closed to him, and offered the meal to share. Despite it being small, she didn't mind.

The red tones certainly were a stark contrast from the other wolf's white fur. Though the man paid no mind to the red specifically. The color never bothered Skoll - at least it didn't anymore. Ursus had plenty of that color within, from the things going on with other packs. The red was a normal thing to him, now. To the greeting, Skoll offered a plain wave of his head. 

"No, thank you." He said despite himself. 

Skoll was in the uncanny valley realm of skinny, ribs protruding from his body even though he found himself to not be hungry a lot of the time. He remembered that some wolves gave him looks for that, being like this since he was able to eat actual meat. It got worse when he had to travel alone. Perhaps that was why he never did quite develop like his sister did. Weak, thin, not as strong as he should be. Skoll did still eat, but it wasn't as often as he should.

"You sure? You looking like you're starved!" Snowskip continued to paw it in his direction, insisting he should take some. She thought she was skinny while wandering around outside the Clans, but this man looked like he would fall over in any second.

"It tastes super good!"

Skoll knew what he looked like - and in reality, he could look worse. At least he was able to move and stand and walk like the rest of them. He ate enough to survive and that was it (even if he didn't look like he was entirely surviving). Being talked to like he was some kind of child, though, almost made him twitch in annoyance. 

"I am not some child that needs looking after." The man chided.

"Of course not," she replied while blinking at the man, "which means you know when you need to eat." As an adult, they had a respondsibility to know when they are hungry, and how to provide for themselves. Pack wolves had the fortune of when they were feeling a bit lazy or sick, they could grab from the cache. Otherwise, hunt, and leave half for the pack. 

"So, you should eat!" With a happy-go-smile, once more Snowskip pushed the rabbit toward him.

They always tried to convince him - it wasn't an unusual thing. Anyone that had worried over his stature in the past either stopped caring or just didn't say anything anymore. Skoll could take care of himself, he knew how to hunt, how to kill for himself. He just didn't get that pang of hunger most did. Only when his body was wailing at him for not eating for too long, was when he was aware bad things were happening inside. 

Right now, though, he felt fine. Perhaps it was a faux feeling, but it was a feeling nontheless. 

"Don't you think the pack children would fair better with that?" He replied to her pushing of the rabbit to him.

Nope, she pushed it right back. Snowskip was a persistant type of annoyance, and so she shook her head at him, "nope! Already hunted for them earlier." Though to be honest she hadn't yet, but it was definitely a plan to. Her mission at the moment was to make this skinny man eat.

Skoll didn't understand why the girl was being so insistent. He was an adult that could take care of himself. He didn't rely on another anymore, this woman was no different. The dark furred man still didn't touch the hare that was shoved back at him with her paw. She really was trying to get him to eat - he wasn't hungry. 

"Why are you being so pushy about it?" He questioned.

They were playing tug-of-war in the opposite sense, having the prey get pushed back and forth, and at some point, it was probably full of dirt and grass. But nontheless, she was persistent, "Because I care! It's a must to eat." Snowskip didn't know the guy too well, except he was a new packmate. That enough caused the girl to care for him, and continue to try and force feed.

Skoll still didn't understand what the girl was getting at - sure wolves needed to eat to survive, but Skoll ate and he was surviving. Maybe he didn't eat enough, but getting sick after eating wasn't something the man looked forward to, so he simply didn't eat more than his body could handle. Which was... Objectively bad. He knew that already. Though Skoll didn't much care for his own life if he was the one doing himself harm. 

"Fine." He grunted out, before taking the rabbit and tuckering down. 

It was clear Skoll wasn't going to get very far with his arguing, the girl too persistent with what she wanted. if it was anyone else he might have been able to brush it off and continue on with his life - like it had been with the woman he explored the borders with. She didn't care that he refused a meal.

"I eat enough to survive, you know."

"You also know, sometimes the body doesn't feel hungry, but that doesn't mean it's not." She huffed at the skinny fellow, generally not believing he wasn't hungry. If Snowskip could see a wolf's ribs, she would definitely force herself upon them, and give them plenty of food! It was how she was raised anyway, for when the elders or sickly could not hunt anymore, the warriors would be the one's to catch the prey.

"But it tastes good, right?"