Felltree Marsh This.. Is the real world.

The bark gets the other wolf’s attention and for a moment, Ukko is uncertain of how he will react.  His shoulders tense and draw together, lifting one paw on unsteady ground as he lights up and makes his way toward him.  It’s sloppy and difficult and his own legs hurt just from watching but the other greets him with more excitement than the dark wolf expects.  Ukko doesn’t offer a verbal greeting just yet, letting the other catch up to him, when he doesn’t make an effort to close the distance.  He doesn’t have much interest in trying to wade the mud slushy.

Before Ukko is able to speak, he’s asked about what’s nearby and he offers a slight smile and nod of his head.  “There is a pack nearby.  Though I didn’t notice any others on my way up here,” he tells him.  He doesn’t know much else about the rest of the area or the coastal territories.  He knows there’s a pack a little more south than his own and he imagines there are more in the area, especially now that Capri’s home is coming together.  She isn’t too far off, at least.  

“Are you looking for something?”