Dawnlark Plains running wild and running free

Ukko doesn’t often leave Phoenix Maplewood.  The last time he did, he’d gotten into a little trouble with a wolf that turned into being a pack mate because he tried to save her hide.  His original goal for leaving the pack had been set aside for a while but now, as his large paws hit the cool ground, begins to follow a scent that wind blew in his direction.  It pushes him along, traveling further away from his home.  It he came back with information of a herd, especially with no other packs up this way just yet, they could eat well and have some left over for the upcoming winter months. 

The pack wasn’t terribly large, but the pups were growing up and on the cusp of adulthood.  A few months and they’d be functioning members of their group.  

He’s distracted for a moment, cause by the sight of another wolf.  The scent he’d been following seems to be more popular than he expected.  Ukko hums quietly to himself as hot breath billows in front of his face now that he’s at a standstill.  If she’s following the same scent, then she’s a threat, but it’s hard to justify on neutral territory.  He looks behind over his shoulder, wishing he’d brought someone along, but he’s empty handed in company except for the stranger.  The large wolf clears his throat as he approaches, narrowing his orange eyes as he regards the other.