Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

There’s a part of him, somewhere, that wonders if she’s doing this on purpose. Another test to see what he’s capable of, of his loyalty, his restraint—hell, she’s already complimented him on that—and so everything tenses despite the fresh smell. Ukko can only hold out for so long, he’s sure, and her insisting for him to move away from the mouth left him rigid and stiff. He lays in place for a moment longer, staring at his paws as he considers objecting to the request. 

His jaw opens to speak but nothing comes out and he’s shuffling his feet into a standing position and hoisting himself up with some effort. The thought alone puts fireworks in his paws and the rest of him periodically tenses, relaxes, tenses. A distraction, or what he considers to be one, as he moves back a few feet. He moves where he’d been sitting originally and glances toward Asterr for approval on his location, since she’d insisted he’d come back, and carefully sits again.