Whitebark Stream What's up, grandpa?

The wolf only nods his head to his answer and says nothing more. Lucani hadn’t given him a lot of information either and the distance he feels in the other wolf, he doubts he’ll get much more. Ukko steps up to the bank of the stream, the ground cold on his toes as he peers across. 

“You’re a little far down then, aren’t you?” he asks with a raise of his brow. Crossing the stream wouldn’t be too difficult but it is the river that really separates them. Phoenix Maplewood had everything to the south and one of the others just traipsing through their own hunting grounds is enough cause for concern.  The claim to the north of his home is new, as well as everything else, so he eases back his irritation a little to give the wolf a chance to explain.