Bitterroot Valley drifting, drifting, drifting

The other wolf turned out to be okay and his smile brightened, thankful the snow hadn’t caused too many problems. She even goes as far out to forgive him for laughing and he shakes his head, warding it off. “I guess there isn’t much hope for me, then?” he offers, taking a few steps to cross the distance to the stranger. Her scent is unfamiliar to him but there is a mix to hers that makes him think pack but it’s not strong so he keeps his assumption quiet.

“I’m Ukko. From Phoenix Maplewood,” he introduces and points his nose the way he’d come. He looks down the trail of his own footsteps and closes his eyes. He could not return to his home and not deal with what is going on but he shakes the thought and returns his gaze.