Duck Lake :o :p :3

He hears her foot steps catch up to him, matching his speed as he runs.  His feet hit the ground, sending snow flying in his wake and targets the forest up ahead.  He’s able to keep up his speed, just ahead, as he barrels to the tree line.  He doesn’t look back to see if she’s still there, lost in the momentum.  One screw up and he might trip and fall on his face and he’s not ready to embarrass himself like that.  Orange eyes scan the range, finding the biggest entrance with enough to not worry about what’s around him.  

He disappears into the trees, running through unfamiliar territory.  Eventually everything thickens and he’s being hit by brush, the path narrowing as he winds in and out of trees.  Fire rises in his chest and he wants to stop to take a breath.  Ukko turns his head and looks back to see if the other is still on his heels and—just as he’d predicted—he trips over something jutting from the ground buried in snow.  

The large wolf hits the ground, leaving a skid of snow and dirt in his wake.  He groans as he tries to pick himself back to all four feet.  Ukko turns around to see if the other wolf had seen what happened but he’s suddenly startled by what he’d tripped over:  a frozen bloody carcass.