Whitebark Stream What's up, grandpa?

The wolf looks confused with his comment and Ukko narrows his eyes, adjusting his footing on the cold, frozen bank. The pack is new, perhaps the message hadn’t gotten to everyone just yet, but that didn’t mean the other’s at a risk of facing off with Maplewood. The stream wouldn’t be terribly easy to cross, but it won’t hold him back if he needs to. Even if the nameless wolf didn’t know the new law between the two, he could still break it. 

“You shouldn’t be this far down,” he tells the other. The river between the two serves as a barrier and the stream is on his side. He could cross up ahead without hunting and be safe, but Ukko wouldn’t dream of putting himself in such a situation.