Something doesn’t feel right on the mountain he’d chosen to stay on. After the display a few days ago, he isn’t too keen on lingering much longer. Mostly, he wants to make sure he isn’t going to be noticed in his departure. He stays off the mountain, for the most part, but lingers on the borders every so often. Eventually, when his scent has weakened, he’ll take his chances and depart.
Ukko licks his lips as he rounds the border the overlooks the lake, noting a dark form against the pale snow. Curiosity strikes and he turns away from the mountain, getting closer. He notes the smear of red in the snow and the furious digging to get what is beneath. His own stomach encourages him closer and he lashes his tail once, flinging it over his spine and waiting, silently, to be noticed.
He has thinned out over the months as a lone wolf but he’s managed, so far, to take care of himself. Small game takes a lot of energy with little reward, but it has been what keeps him going. And now a meal lay at his feet, enough perhaps to take the edge off, a barrier is between him and what he needs. The last time he fought over a meal, he’d barely slipped away and had nothing to show for it. In his state, he can’t tell if he can take the younger wolf so he lingers for the time being. Her threat is clear, even if she doesn’t seem to protective over the kill.
Ukko licks his lips then, taking a step closer—carefully, slowly—and starts to test the waters.