Dawnlark Plains i have always confused desire with apocalypse

His nose is cold on the ground but something draws his attention upward.  He immediately lifts his head and seeing another wolf, his shoulders broad and his fur bristles.  It takes a few seconds before Ukko’s able to determine exactly who is in front of him and he just as quickly relaxes in his presence.  He takes a few steps to shorten the distance and offers a bob of his head in greeting.

“Capri,” he softly says, caressing her name. The dark male resists the urge to make the distance even short, to run his nose against her cheek, but something holds him back. 

It is luck that brings them together.  She had an advantage he didn’t.  He’d simply gone to the last place he’d seen her in hopes, just maybe, she might backtrack her way.  “So you’ve come to join me after all,” he tells her with a grin, weak and unconvincing, but he sticks to the smile to hold the accusation.