Felltree Marsh This.. Is the real world.

The wolf is forward with what he wants—or needs—but Ukko doesn’t hand it out right away.  The wolf’s intentions are vague.  He seeks a place to dry and warm himself, not something that states stability. He decides against speaking out until he’s heard everything and it doesn’t take long for the wolf to introduce himself and, subsequently, raise a few more flags of alarm. As much as Ukko doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, the information laid before him leaves his stomach knotted.  

“You’ll have to explain,” Ukko decides, shifting his weight and puffing out his chest. “I’m not leading whatever it is you have going on to my home.”

Ukko doesn’t even know if they would help out a straggler and set him free, even if he could do something that would repay them.  The resources they had were for their members, not passersby wanting a handout.  Even if they wouldn’t help, Ukko can do what he can.  He jerks his nose for the other to follow and takes a few steps back until the ground is solid.

“And how do you expect you’d repay your helper?” he asks once the dirt doesn’t move beneath his feet.  It’s still cold, and snow is on the ground, but at least the slush isn’t coating their toes anymore.