A light rapping of knuckles against bark made Skoll alert, though his attempt at leaping to his feet after being slouched against a tree was clumsy. He ended up jarring his shoulder against the trunk, the ache causing his muzzle to wrinkle in an ugly, grimacing snarl before his green eyes flashed to the producer of the noise: another Luperci, a young scarred coyote, leaning nonchalantly against a tree of his own. The sheer carelessness of his posture bothered the prince, who flattened his ears and continued to bare his teeth even as his flaring nostrils drew in some of his scent. It seemed that this young ’yote was a member of Adelle’s pack, but Skoll wasn’t even sure if that meant something anymore. He had no real qualm with her or Casa di Cavalieri itself, but—there wasn’t really anything stopping him from letting out an annoyed growl. “What do you want?”
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