Goodness this post sucks, but here. <3 +409

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.”

Not too much of one right now, no. And he's being a moody teenager anyway so that makes it worse. xD

Skoll had been afraid of what he might find in the upstairs room, but all of those fears were allayed when the white wolf smiled at him. He seemed almost normal in spite of his sheared Mohawk and his legs, but he wasn’t the puddle of sadness that the boy half-expected. He smiled awkwardly in return, dipping his head as he accepted the gratitude half-heartedly. He should have done this a long time ago, but he was too busy storming through the territory like a beast to give a thought for his comrades. It ashamed him, but shame made him feel nauseous, and he had to shove it aside.

“Yeah, it wasn’t hard,” the wolfdog said with a shrug when the other asked about the fawn. He normally didn’t mind hunting after small animals, and he might have been okay with the kill at another time, but his recent behavior coupled with how pathetic the baby creature was had bothered him more than he’d like to admit. He flattened his ears awkwardly when the other spoke about the fur, and he reached down to touch the soft pelt with the pads of his fingers.

“Oh, no, I don’t,” he said, brushing his hair out of his face. “I mean—well, could you teach me? Talk me through it? I’m afraid I’d just do a terrible job, but I’d like to try if you want the pelt.” It had become obvious to him how little he really knew how to do, and only his bad mood was keeping him from jumping at the chance to learn with his usual enthusiasm.

Feel free to powerplay Skoll however you need to get them downstairs. :3

Niro scooted over to the edge of the bed then gave orders disguised as a request, asking Skoll to bring the fawn and the injured man downstairs. For a second the teenager balked at the task, but after a second he nodded stiffly. He supposed he needed to learn a new skill anyway, and helping him down the stairs was the least he could do for the huntsman. He just hoped he didn’t botch either job, not wanting the responsibility of an even more hurt Niro thrown onto his shoulders.

“Just—just give me a second,” the golden wolfdog said awkwardly, and he scooped the dead deer back up in his arms. He guessed the time spent taking it down would give Niro time to mentally prepare himself, something he’d likely need to face moving that much. He had a feeling it would hurt moving the hurt ankle, and more than anything he was afraid of seeing Niro betray that pain.

He tossed the fawn less than ceremoniously at the bottom of the stairs, hoping that the scent from his pelt would linger on it and deter any other courtiers from stealing the prize. That finished, he jogged up the stairs and went back to his brother-in-law, swallowing nervously.

“So how are we going to do this?” he asked, sounding rather unkingly as he positioned himself beside him. While not as towering as his father, Skoll was a large wolfdog and a bit taller than Niro, so he didn’t think he’d have a problem handling the weight.