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Ever since the fight with his dark brother, Skoll had shirked his duties and neglected other members of the Court. He moped more than he tried to solve the problem, and he was often short-tempered and sullen when someone tried to pull him out of his shell. Normally outgoing and vibrant, he felt more like an eclipsed sun than the son of the King lately, and within him brewed a new Skoll, a worse Skoll, that had yet to be vanquished by the light still very much inside of him. It was only a matter of time before he got his head back on straight but, until then, it was a daily struggle.
Fortunately, good had triumphed over bad today. He wasn’t so far removed from the grapevine that he hadn’t heard about Niro, one of the wolves he looked up to, getting injured. The details had escaped the young hybrid, but it sounded like the once magnificent hunter wasn’t able to walk very well anymore, and that pierced Skoll’s mood with a keen sadness and an overwhelming urge to help. What he really wanted to do was track down whoever would hurt the former Majordomo and tear them limb from limb, but short of that, he could just hunt for him.
Werewolf-formed and weary, the golden-cream Major walked toward the hotel. He looked anxiously from side to side as he went, but there was no one to reprimand him or snag a piece of his prize: a late-born fawn, limp and too-small in his arms. He adjusted the body awkwardly, trying to account for its spindly legs and stifle the feeling of nausea that rose when he thought of how he’d killed the little creature. Only the thought that it was too weak to survive, and that Niro needed its life, kept him from dumping it somewhere out of shame. As wild and aggressive as he’d been lately, Skoll was still not a killer by any means.
He managed to shoulder the door to the hotel open, scouting the halls by scent until he found the room where Niro was staying. He hesitated then, not sure if the man would be grateful or offended by his offer; maybe he had Marahute hunting for him and didn’t need pity from a pup. Scowling, Skoll at last rapped the wall to announce himself and squeezed into the room, depositing the fawn on the floor.
“Niro? I brought you some food.”
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