Northstar Vale office style jazz band

Ukko may not know his pack well, specifically with one particular member—one Asterr insists on keeping around despite his crimes—but he takes a little more pride than he expects. While spending the last several weeks in an attempt to get to know his mate, distracted by his best friend, he knows he’s no where where he needs to be when the next bend in his life comes. When it comes to his own responsibility, he had hardly considered the lone wolf in front of him anything more than just that: a lone wolf.

Her response is formal and she holds herself in a way that feels familiar but it doesn’t swim to the forefront of his mind just yet. Instead, he nods his head and wags his tail a few times to show his intent. While she hadn’t become on guard in his presence, she feels comfortable enough that he doesn’t have to worry about where it might go.

“Hey,” he says, closing the distance as he steps over a little brush in his way. The sound of a creak causes him to turn and look for the source but nothing gives him clue yet he needs to run. Ukko brings his attention back to the straggler with a sliver of a smile on his muzzle. “Nice weather, huh?” he adds with a chuckle, glancing around at the branches above them.