Whitebark Stream Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

Ukko can't control his tail once she plays along, pointing to the ghost in question and scolds him. The darker wolf shakes his head and points his nose a little to the right: “He's standing right there.” He softly tuts. “Newbies,” he says in a way that might as well have him bumping elbows with Carl. 

“It's kinda hard to teach someone if you can't see them,” he points out with a dramatic roll of his eyes. He is a little surprised the female still played along and for as long as she had. He certainly hadn't been expecting that when he came across her on the river bank. “Sometimes I think I need an extra paw just to keep them in line.”