Phoenix Maplewood conjure the wind and ease my mind

Desna corrects his direction and Ukko quickly spins on his heals and heads where she points.  He trots up behind her quietly, shifting to her side to better see where she’s going.  The smell of rabbit fills his nose and he smiles, beaming with some form of pride he almost wants to label paternal.  Ukko stuffs it away, slowing down when the young female comes to a stop.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, looking curiously to the pup.  He doesn’t know how her skills are, not wanting to assume she knows or doesn’t know something in particular.  The timeline of his own skills are blurry, unable to remember how old he’d been when he learned what he knows now.  Whether or not he knew, he still provides his pack mate with the chance to shine.