Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

Skoll made momentary eye contact with Merrick's single eye when the smirk came his way. What exactly was the man planning? Merrick's plans didn't instill fear in the dark man anymore, maybe once upon a time when he first started being within the pack. Whatever it was, it looked like the kid was tormented by the way the two wolves looked, or maybe talked. He could understand being afraid of the man next to him, missing an eye, scars littering his pelt. Skoll had injuries too, his healing stump at the end of his body where the tail used to be, the injuries on his face. It wasn't really anything intimidating, though. 

The kid stuttered his way through answering the question, and it didn't sound like he had any particular skills. But he was a kid, so. 

"Do you have anything you specifically want to do?" Skoll questioned. If not, well.... He didn't really know what the kid would do if he was let into the pack.