Bearclaw Valley for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door

Anyone is welcome to join! Come see a sad boy. Teach him about bears.

the young wolf’s acceptance into the pack had gone relatively smoothly. at least, illidan had never transitioned so easily into another’s home. after his time with morgana, the ghost felt at ease – or close to it – in the valley. he knew that he would be required to fulfill duties for the pack, but that would strike him when the leaders requested it. until that point, the dark-capped beast had taken to searching the area for a den site and to familiarize himself with his new home.
 
the valley was beautiful and lusciously green after the exponential rainfall. the skies still threatened them with further downpour, but inside the claim that ursus had there were many places where one could hunker down and wait out the storm. the valley would surely be a safe location for the upcoming winter months. as illidan prowled slowly through the trees, he could not help but admire the territory.

Skoll could hardly keep track of who was in Ursus and who wasn't, now. So many came and so many left that it became hard for the man to keep track of who was living and who was dead, who was here and who wasn't. Counting the members each day to make sure all of them were alive - really, it was something that might have built up after the battle with Easthollow, and the meeting with the Saints. Skoll didn't feel like going to war anymore, didn't feel like having to wait until members of their pack were slowly picked off by others. Running into a wolf he had not seen before was not part of the plan of the morning. It wasn't. And yet here he was deadpan staring someone he'd never seen but still vaguely smelled like Ursus. 

Perhaps following around another member of the pack was distasteful, but Skoll tailed the other wolf idly until he would notice him. Perhaps he other wolf wouldn't even notice him at all. Skoll could care less either way - it didn't seem like the other wolf was doing much anyway.

it was true that while the dark-hooded wolf roamed through the trees that dappled the territory, he was unaware to the presence that followed behind him. the scents of ursus were still too new to the ghost. everywhere that he trekked through the pack had filled his senses with something different, something sharp and unfamiliar. more than once, he had stopped to turn his crown and breathe in the fragrance of the breeze that promised autumn and then winter. illidan could not help but to be filled with a sense of remorse at being so far from his home and not knowing anything about the remaining members of his family.
 
the scent was not what turned the ghost’s head toward skoll. it was the faint ruffling of foliage that caused the young wolf to swing his head around and search the woodland behind him. the hairs along his neck and back lifted only slightly, just enough to show his hesitation and guarded nature. then, illidan waited to see if someone would emerge from the rough shrubs.

For some time, the other wolf did not notice Skoll following him. Most likely too focused on the area around him rather than watching out for danger. He supposed that was normal since the place was covered in other wolves that could protect him if something came of it. Skoll disliked protecting wolves that didn't know how to protect themselves, however, and he truly wondered how skilled this other was. Being injured himself, he did not move to attack the stranger that now lived within the pack. Skoll must have made a noise since the wolf's hackles were raising and he was looking directly in the direction Skoll was. 

He did come out of the brush, then, heterochromatic eyes gleaming with some form of interest, solely due to the fact that the wolf had taken so long to notice him. Deciding to not speak, Skoll watched to see what the newcomer would do.

an unfamiliar shape stepped from the brush revealing a wolf with two colored eyes and a dark cloak. this figure was not someone that illidan had seen yet while wandering through the pack. still, the stranger smelled of the territory and the other wolves within. the ghost’s hackles lowered, and he dropped his crown toward the ground in a show of his acceptance of the rank that the other likely held.
 
“who’r you?”
 
he asked, voice hoarse and strained. introductions were likely the best place for the two of them to start. after all, illidan was certain that morgana would want him to familiarize himself with the other members of the pack and the territory. she had put her trust in him – had allowed him into their ranks – and he needed to prove his worth to her.

The question hit his ears, and Skoll wondered how new this wolf was to the pack. They'd not met before. But he supposed that was the fun of accepting members into a pack - having everyone meet them. Skoll stepped a little bit closer, then, just to close out that unwanted space between them. 

"Skoll Almir. Who are you?" He returned the question.

skoll amir… that was a name that was spoken with the weight of pride, something illidan would never possess.
 
“illidan,” he answered the male’s request with a small bow of his head and a glance toward the earth. he was uncertain whether or not to admit that he was rather new to the ursus claim, but that he was not there with ill intent and he had been accepted by the dark lady morgana. instead, he stood with a faraway look in his gaze and a weary frame.

Skoll's name was spoken with something that of a false-pride. He didn't have any pride in his name nor his family name, for all he cared they were all gone now. If they knew where he was now, or the things he'd done while he was in Ursus, they'd surely disown him. That was the fun of it though, right? Leaving home without another word and striking your claim with someone new. Birds had to leave the nest eventually. 

"You don't have to look so..." He paused, thinking of the right word. "Submissive." 

Skoll wasn't quite used to wolves acting like that in this place, and they really didn't need to anyway.

he was instructed not to submit so openly. 

illidan's ears flattened to his crown and he looked away from the other male with a flicker of shame on his face. it had not been so long that he had forgotten his youthful pride, the pride he had felt when he had been with rusalka in their rightful home. the ghost did not want to cause trouble with those he was intended to work alongside in ursus. rusalka was no longer the place for him and he knew that he would do well to remember that. 

i should go, the haggard young beast remarked with an apologetic nod. he slipped away from the other figure and searched the valley for a place of peace where he could make his den.