Felltree Marsh This.. Is the real world.

Ukko frowns when he’s answered, turned away and looking out into the snow falling. It’s only a temporary distraction as he listens, hoping for something else the wolf might be good at other than he can follow orders. Esaro isn’t batting very well but he wants to give the wolf a chance to prove himself; his gut doesn’t warn him otherwise. The wolf takes a heavy breath, trying to ease the tension along his neck.

“Is that all?” he decides to ask. Following orders is a good trait to have, at least, but with the blanks not filling in well, he’s uncertain. “How well can you hunt? Or fight?” And what if he brings a pack of angry wolves to his doorstep?  Ukko shakes the thought from the forefront of his mind and hoping Esaro gives him a little hope, a little more of a reason to take him back home.

Sorry he's a turd, hahaha.