Dawnlark Plains running wild and running free

The other wolf didn’t do much more than Ukko expects.  She remains relatively neutral, they aren’t on any territory claimed and the nearest place to note would be his own pack.  He’s unaware of the two packs forming to the north west of them and even if he did, it’s not likely he’d care.  They would be far enough away from him and his home not to be a concern.  He doesn’t even know the other existing packs in the area to know her scent might be apart of one of them.

Ukko makes a half-hearted attempt to relax but his muscles remain tense.  His tail rests lazily behind him but his shoulders remain broad and ears cupped forward.  He doesn’t want to explain his purpose, lest he give away what he knows so far:  not much at all.  There’s a scent that he’d tracked up her and surely it hadn’t gone over the other wolf’s nose. “Nothing,” he admits with a slight shrug and bites his tongue on words he wants to say.  “I don’t recognize your scent,” he tells her a beat later. 

“Where are you from?”