Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't a bad guy. This isn't a villain.

The longer Ukko stayed in the lair, the crazier he felt. Torn between his duty to Asterr (and by proxy, the children she carried) and finding Tavi has left him a mess. He didn't eat much, nor did he sleep, and every bit of it ate at him. She hadn't been in good condition when he found her and her disappearance left a feeling in his stomach he didn't want to face. Asterr hadn't been able to help her. Perhaps she made her a little more comfortable but there was no telling when Tavi hadn't been able to speak to them. 

All his searches turned up empty handed and he knew they would have to come to a stop. Asterr is due any day now and just leaving on these short expeditions were a risk. 

With a heavy sigh, Ukko considers traveling to the Maplewood. He'd found out what happened from Desna some weeks ago but in Tavi's disoriented state, she might return somewhere that is familiar and so his path begins. 

He stops upon a creek once a scent catches his attention and he comes upon another dark furred male. Unrecognizable in both scent and sight, Ukko slowly makes an advance. He chuffs, lowly, only for attention. There isn't any high hope the man can help him but, perhaps, he might be able to point in him the right direction.