Phoenix Maplewood they've got the kingdom locked up

Ukko felt drawn to Phoenix Maplewood, like a gravitational pull he couldn't explain. He'd taken to exploring the territory to find an answer now that he'd been accepted but the only terms he'd come to find were an explanation words couldn't even begin to crack. The colors of the forest were an angry sunset with a lightning storm on the cusp of the evening. A few places were still charred with the new foliage attempting to cover and hide it away to hide the destruction once fallen upon the land. It was a rebirthing, like spring, but the remains of life after a wildfire.

The night sky is cloudy and the wind is strong; the clouds race across the expanse and Ukko stops to watch through the break in trees for a moment. His dark unruly fur flutters in the gusts and he closes his eyes, feeling the cool and calm of night surround him. 

It is a peace he hadn't felt in a long time; a feeling of home. 

Sleep is the last thing from his mind, feeling a surge of energy course through his veins at such a prospect. There was so much to do. Even if the pack is small, Ukko had a long way to go to earn their trust and his keep and he is determined to keep from letting them down. Tonight, however, he would enjoy the night near the fringes of the border, weaving in and out of the trees and following the path of the clouds in the sky.