Shadow Mountain you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

It takes a moment for the willowy figure to materialize but it is the chuff that really pulls his attention. The other's form had been ghostly enough that he'd blended into the background and Ukko's steady trot slows. Darkened orange eyes settle on the stranger, ears cupped forward as he works to sort what's playing out before him. What was once meant as a normal day (as normal as Ukko can make things) have turned into an unplanned adventure along the mountain line. 

Ukko weaves back and forth a little until the distance between them closes. He even opens her mouth to speak but nothing makes a sound and he snaps his jaws shut with a quiet clack of teeth. Perhaps, for a little while, he can forget what he’s running from and be someone else entirely. It’s happened before, it’ll happen again, so why not now?

He barks once in response, when he’s close enough, hoping to draw enough attention to egg the other on in a fit of play.