Evening had finally settled on Relic Lore and Skoll had yet to rise from his resting place. He'd been dreaming of something pleasant, mostly being cuddled up as a(n only) cub at Elettra's belly safe and sound. Even if Angier was there, Skoll mewled for him by name - 'Faa' - and his whimpers were consoled with a lap of the Lyall's tongue to his dark forehead. It all felt strange though and he awoke with a start. Grey eyes flashed open and he only regarded his surroundings at first before getting up and giving himself a good all-over shake.

For a while he nearly stood in the presence of the impending nightfall, staring up into the sky and listening as the rest of the nocturnal creatures of the Lore began to wake. He had just decided to seek Hecate out when the stillness was disturbed by none other than his very own son. The dark Archer's head whipped in Sven's direction as that accusatory "YOU!" thundered through the willows as the boy flew out from between the trees. Then, when the heir had honed in on his father beforehim, a more direct and sharper "FUCK YOU!"

Skoll had been startled, reduced to, say, something like a deer in headlights. Sven was just a blur of fading gray in the twilight and the force in which the near-yearling had mustered up in his wake, knocked Skoll off his feet. He barreled over onto his side with Sven's sharp teeth in his side, his right shoulder hitting the ground with a loud thud and a rustle of the grass beneath him. Both pairs of gray eyes met and Skoll, winded and gasping for a breath, winced.

He hissed in pain as he stared up into the bulk of that off-white fur, unable to find the words he so wanted to yell back. All he could do was bare his own set of teeth and let loose his own booming growl. At his back, his tail lashed at both the air and the forest debris as he remained on the ground, struggling to prepare himself in putting his son in his place...