Cerulean Cape young, scrappy, and hungry

Distracted by the water crashing around him, salt and wind in every direction, he doesn’t notice the scent of the other wolf approaching. It whips away from him before he gets a chance to connect and so when he looks up, he’s a little startled to see another. Ukko stiffens in place, the sandy ground beneath him not the sturdiest to remain in one spot for long. Eventually, he moves again to close the distance—he’s gotta get by anyway, right?

He doesn’t recognize the wolf by the way he looks and, once he catches the scent, by smell either. None of the packs he’s aware of have a scent like this one but he doesn’t openly question it the closer he gets. For now, Ukko just wants firm, frozen ground beneath his feet and somewhere to shake off the salt embedded into his fur. Ukko chuffs once he’s close enough but he barely hears it himself, possibly losing it to the wind entirely as the distance between them closes.