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The smokey wolf turns to him and exaggerates his commands like a toddler and Ukko takes another step back and stares at him for a moment. “I’m already… sta—?” he manages before he’s cut short and the other’s made his offer. When the first wolf ushers him a little further back, he lifts his lip and snarls, jerking his head at the persistence he’s given. He doesn’t make an effort to snap his jaws against flesh, throwing his warning head first if he doesn’t take a step back.

When the other wolf starts to walk away, he glances up and furrows his brow. Ukko steps forward, away from the smaller canine. His jaw hangs open, confused, and he looks behind him. But to no one in particular, “what the fuck is happening?”