Skoll's intent watching is interrupted by the very wolf hunting the quarry. Skoll isn't upset, he was thinking about helping the older wolf. Instead he stays put and nods, eyes intently scaling the determined buck.

The prongs of his antlers look scary. Skoll can't imagine why someone would choose to hunt one of these on their own - is the wolf not scared of being gutted? His worries dissipate as he watches Lestan go for the deer, snow kicking up around them once again.

Running deep into the circle seems to have been a bad idea. For the deer, anyway. The wolves of Camhanaich know their territory inside out, they can easily scale the rows of plants.

His tongue swipes over his jowls in anticipation.