Sunbeam Lair Why are we tomorrow

Even if Ukko is technically a member of the pack, technically the woman’s second in command, he can’t help but look at the scent as an outsider. He’d been here for only a few minutes, everything already disrupted by the broken male and Asterr’s care for him despite his wrongdoing. He stares down at the creature on the ground, writhing pitifully so much that the thunderous male can’t identify him as a wolf anymore. Wolves are proud creatures, even in their darkest time, even in their mistakes—Ukko never really lost sight of himself, even if he’d misplaced it temporarily—but he remains silent when his opinion might do more harm than good in that moment.

His plea, however, causes his fur to rise. His ears swivel forward and he stares intently down upon him. His fur bristles a little and his feet shift, legs antsy and agitated with the urge to rush forward and complete the task. Ukko swings his head when Asterr speaks, declining the request and then barking out questions and orders to the other wolves. Nothing comes his way, perhaps for the better, and he simply stands nearby as a guardian to the smaller wolf. Dark orange eyes move forward, glaring at the disturbed and broken male on the ground.