Skoll's sixth autumn was on the rise. He could sense it in the air, in the wind, and in the rain that presently pelted the Scowle in light sheets. Seeing as the sun had not been able to peek out from behind the thick grey clouds, he saw an opportunity in trading his usual daytime nap for a full night's slumber with Celandine and the cubs later tonight. He left his little nook sometime in the morning and scouted out along the edges of the Lagoon. By the time he had returned to the den, he had found a little surprise - one he was almost certain his son and daughter might get a kick out of.
He held his prize securely in his jaws, his jagged teeth a near-perfect prison for the little injured thing until he arrived. Careful to set the little striped mouse on the ground before pressing his paw down hard on its back and tail, he slowly sat down at the den entrance. A summoning chuff followed by a modest bark let @Anduin and @Vaeda know their father was near, but where they might show up from or who might appear (he loved his youngest niece and nephew as much as an uncle should and then some, but this surprise had only been meant for his and Celandine's brood) he could only watch and wait...