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

Slowly, Ukko begins to pick himself back up and bob his head at the same time. A little tangle of his legs is all, and he’d eaten more dirt than he’d intended to for the day. Still, a little hurt pride is enough to cause a sheepish smile in an attempt to brush it off.

“I’m Ukko,” he says, followed by a quick shake of his fur. Dirt and stone flies from his coat and he shuffles his footing until he feels right once more but he ends up a little closer to the male than he’d intended to. His nose wrinkles and his ears splay against his head but it takes a few seconds for him to step back and awkwardly smile.