Sköll had absolutely had it. It seemed that everyone in the pack was avoiding each other and he had no idea why. Well... He had a few ideas, but he was not one to readily accept a solid notion until he had proof. When he had come to learn that his mother had been grieving for her most loyal member and friend, Narcissa, he stayed well away from her. Asriel, he also learned had also been there, and for what it was worth, Sköll not only regretted not being there, but wholly resented that his brother had been readily available to comfort her - with Skana - instead of him.
Then, there was this... thing with Angier... The boy couldn't quite pin down what it was about the Lyall but lately when he had seen the Leader, Sköll couldn't help but inwardly sneer. Why was he hanging around his mother all... the...time?! He hadn't done that before. The prince might have grown used to having Angier around but something was just not quite right with how closely they had been spending time together. It frankly left him stumped... with nothing to specifically ponder about or anything to even consider, given that he knew nothing about pheromones or testosterone or even the concept of "the birds and the bees."
Skana would have known how to put an end to his cluelessness, he remembered, she always had. He was almost ready to start moving in the direction of her usual place at the pack den when his heart slid down against his stomach. She was no longer around... An ugly grimace marred his face as he stood just beyond the tree line on the edges of the Drooping Willows. He couldn't quite go to Asriel, or even Morganna, for an answer... and Guiness was usually not to be bothered while he made his rounds about the territory. The two other women in the pack, besides Senka, he barely knew; and, he wasn't just about ready to strike up a chat with either of them while he was stuck between learning how to grieve and getting over the most terrible of grudges against his brother.
In an attempt to clear his head, the boy wandered out into the open meadow. He might have been scared silly by some angry rabbit the last time he had come out this far, but after having been numbed by the concept of death and missing someone very dear to him (which was something very unsettling and foreign in and of itself), he stomped out into the melting grass with his tail held high.