Phoenix Maplewood what would jessica jones do?

The wolf that shows up is not the one he calls for but he can’t complain. Seeing Esaro in pack life would be good for him and give him the chance to prove himself. Being close to the border would give Ukko the chance to chase him off if he changes his mind but he hopes his choices aren’t wrong. Just looking at him now, albeit sleeping, he looks better than he had when he first stumbled upon him in the marsh. 

Esaro approaches, stiff in his steps, and Ukko lifts a brow. “Hey,” he says, coming to a stop. Instead of giving the wolf a chance to further wake up, he jerks his head to follow him.

“Wake up, we have work to do,” he tells the drowsy wolf and picks up his pace. He moves along the tree line, rubbing his shoulder and muzzle every few trees to leave his scent behind.  His intention is up ahead to a clear he’s become familiar with. Curved into the territory of his own. The large wolf looks over his shoulder to make sure the other is behind him.

Ukko circles the clearing and stands halfway the other side and waits for the other to figure out his stance.

“Hit me.”