Phoenix Maplewood we'll ride the coattails to the finish line

Ukko licks at his lips as Reek steps up, caught mid-dig when he jerks his head around to see the other dark wolf.  It takes a moment to register the lisp, unsure of who he should be looking at, before he’s shaken his head and stepped over the remaining cache site.  A disheveled mix of dirt, snow, and piss is all that remains while the boy adjusts his posture.  Dominant, but subtle, keeping himself inches lower than the other.  

“I don’t,” Ukko tells him, looking over the Alpha’s shoulder to see if anyone else tagged along.  Something sour settles in the pit of his stomach, his ear twitching as he bites back the questions he wants to ask.  “How is Scarlett?” he decides.  He hadn’t seen her since the attack, wishing to give her space, but he feels the need to make sure she’s all right.  Guilt turns to acid in his stomach, the turkey he’d nearly inhaled would have been put to better use.