Phoenix Maplewood be the hammer to my nails

He nods his head to her observation.  It isn’t the worst thing he’s felt but the nail is painful when touching something else.  She offers to help him out and Ukko gives her a smile and nods his head again.  Careful of his front foot, he lifts his rump and supports his weight on three legs until he felt steady enough to put the other one down.  Gentle, and mostly on the back of his larger paw pad, and takes a few hobbling steps forward.

“It’s not too terrible,” he assures her with a nod and wave of his tail.  He lets the female lead the way, perhaps a little more familiar with their home than he might be—he had a good grip on their geography but he still had some time to go before he knew it as much as the older members.  

“I’m Ukko.”