Whitebark Stream What's up, grandpa?

@Ukko ! (Ukko apparently means old man in Finish, hence the thread name)

It was colder, up here. As if that were possible, but it was. He could feel the icy wind break through his furry barrier and seep into his skin, his bones. Hush shivered, attempting again to fluff up his pelt against the wind as he travelled to the Sleeping Dragon - the home of his new pack.

He was curious what these wolves would be like - he had only met Gyda so far, but his first impressions were rather pleasant. He hoped that the rest of the pack would be the same: proud, confident, helpful. Hush also wondered what the other wolves of Teekon were like. So far he had a great first impression with the residents here, but this land was a vast one. He hadn't even begun to explore the far reaches of this territory. There could be all kinds of wolves and packs here, cultures and languages that he never encountered before. The thought of it excited him.

But he needed a rendezvous point first. A place where he could return to and eat when needed. He stood near a stream, lapping at the cold waters briefly before raising his silvered head and sniffing the air. As he passed the mountain, he could smell a pack to the south in the vast forest below. His head turned towards the woods, studying it curiously. Hopefully, the wolves there would be friendly. As friendly as a rival pack could be.