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Ukko shifts when she she responds, feeling a scrutinizing weight of her eyes—something he often feels when talking to Asterr—but the thought doesn’t survive much longer. While his nature is far more relaxed and easy going, a contrast to the uptight chieftess of his home, it gives him a weird sort of balance. When it is not someone he is familiar with, he feels a little awkward and glances away until she, in turn, asks something of him. The word tribe, however, doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Yes. Ryūjin. Just south east of here,” he says though the name of the pack doesn’t mean much to him. There is a whole slew of information he doesn’t know about his mate, or his pack, which doesn’t necessarily make him fit for either job he has a handle on. “My name is Ukko,” he introduces then with a slight lift of his nose. “Shogun. Which is kinda like beta,” he adds, compelled to say as if she were any other wolf.