King Elk Forest we are like gods at the dawning of the world

The call rang out, but it took Uka a moment to realize that it had been meant for him, too. He could hear the heavy breaths of the others making their way to Mato, but he hung back, immersed in the foliage. It wasn't that he meant to be so distant, or so hesitant, but for whatever reason, Uka was uneasy. As a matter of fact, he was so shaky and nervous that for a moment, he thought he might faint in the midst of all that was happening.

I could make a run for it, he thought to himself, No one would think twice about where I'd gone. Even Uka knew that if he did run, he'd end up coming right back. There was something here that wanted commanded his presence, and he had every intention of finding out why. Maybe he was going crazy; yeah, that was it! None of this was real and would disappear just at the Blink! -- but when Uka opened his eyes again, they were still whispering.

He emerged on shaky legs, though stayed near the outskirts of the clearing. His eyes flickered to where Mato stood, then onto Seabreeze, and finally to the rest of the wolves who somehow felt miles away. Uka sang a weak song of promise, yet of fear, and waited for the next move.