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

Even though the other asks the question, he’s drawn enough to take a step or two forward that Ukko catches once he throws his head back. A smile appears on his muzzle and he makes a wide circle, certain that if he keeps it up, there is little that has to be exchanged. The wisp before him is still slow, not fully trusting him, and he slows to a stop and offers a shrug.

“I don’t know this place,” he confesses and his toes dance once more into motion as he follows along below a crag. He lifts his up head but he is mostly shadowed in darkness though he offers one look behind him. “Do you?” he asks with a tilt of his head and his smile widens, bouncing forward a few more steps so the other must keep up.