Phoenix Maplewood i'm not throwing away my shot

Having gotten wrapped up in hiding the evidence of disrupting the cache, Ukko hadn’t noticed the wolf not too far off. He’d blended in with the snow on top of him and the shadows of the trees. His own distraction had been a big part that the moment he noticed Reek’s scent, he’d assumed it to be a marker The wolf doesn’t appear aggressive with what he’s found and, instead, offers some to him.

Ukko takes a deep breath and hesitates going forward the remainder of the kill. 

“I didn’t realize it was yours,” he explains. With the mixed up snow and dirt, the freshness of the marker fading.

His stomach objects to the decision waiting to eat, looking down on the work he’d done to cover it back up. He sits though, so he can at least exchange a few words with his alpha. “So, uh…” he begins and reallizes he doesn’t know where he’s going. “What’s up?”