Cerulean Cape young, scrappy, and hungry

When he is close enough, the stranger speaks, and Ukko tilts his head slightly at the observation. He stands there for a moment, considering it, looking back the way he’d came. Living here hadn’t exactly been in his plans, even if he didn’t have any at the moment. Part of him expected to come all this way to see the ocean and only turn back around and go home. He’d find that Phoenix Maplewood is for him, after all, and he’d find his footing as beta and prove the both of them wrong.

The epiphany hasn’t occurred and he’s only standing near some lone wolf he doesn’t recognize, that doesn’t have a smell that seems familiar at all. “Okay,” he says instead, narrowing his eyes a little while he takes a few more steps inland. 

“You lookin’ for a place to stay?” he asks, ears cupped forward despite the wind tickling them. He doesn’t quite shift into a dominant posture, so far from the place he’s been calling home for the last several months and he’d been considering finding shelter elsewhere.