Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't a bad guy. This isn't a villain.

Something seemed a little weird when the man replies, as if he’s not all there. Distracted, Ukko thinks, but he manages to engage anyway. His hears fall back on his head as he thinks about his friend and where she might be. In her confused state, she could be anywhere, and Ukko doesn’t even know where to begin. 

“She… she’s mostly grey, different shades, about my size. Green eyes,” he explains, teeth closing to grind together. He doesn’t recognize the male or his scent and Tavi has been in these parts for some time but since the maplewood no longer existed, there is so much he doesn’t know. “Her name is Tavi Vardo,” he says, his voice softening as worry begins to choke him up.