AW - Maybe Nyx or Jem? Hover for translation from Finnish to English

A crown of iron thorns graced his head with every pawstep he took. It almost dug into his heart to leave his home but he had to get out of the environment before it left a lasting effect on him. The peppered man kept his eyes peeled on the area as he debated his next move. He had left the painful lands that had left him with emotional and physical scars that now managed to conceal themselves in patchy cover-ups. He had been luckier than his sister, who was forced to wear visible scars around for the rest of her life but he had taken more of the emotional toll on things.

With these facts in mind, he headed north, unknowingly towards the lands of Alacritia. He followed a creek towards the northern lands where he hoped to make a home. As far away from the cursed homelands that he had come from.

"Tulet katumaan tätä, Angele. Jos joskus löydätte minut, et pahoillani." The normally cool and laid back man was finding it hard to suppress his anger in the private company of one. What a lonely life.

The eastern lands, while holding his interest for some time, had become too familiar for him -- and a bit too boring. As summer relinquished its hold on the lands, he felt relief as the air became cooler and the nights longer. His gait was aimless as he traveled, further south than he'd ever gone before. The large stretch of glimmering sand had stuck him as curious but he had continued onward without much hesitation. For now, his attention was stolen by the gentle creek that ran across the land like a scar in the surface of the earth. The slow stream was soothing and he felt more peaceful than usual as he moved. The lands seemed more vacant here, the land significantly lacking in the scent of other wolves. One in particular caught his interest, and with ease he would begin to trail after the stranger's scent. When he came closer, he swore he heard a voice -- and it sounded.. strangely like home. Nose wrinkled as he drew closer, wanting to close the distance that separated them. "Gervehdys,", he would speak warily, unsure if he was simply hearing things because he hoped he might find a kindred soul amongst strangers. His head would dip in simple greeting to accompany his words.

A certain lack of attention had overtaken Sota as he wondered to himself if he might ever get back to the mindset he had once been in. A voice would perch itself out above the noises of nature but he mistook it. Surely there could not be another wolf around for he had not seen any of them. Being a brute of curiosity and knowledge, he turned. He came face to face with a Finnish speaking wolf with strange red markings.... and SABRE TEETH. The overall appearance seemed threatening at first, making Sota take a few steps back before speaking. It was rude to ignore a greeting. "Terve, ystävä." With a slight dip of his head, his greeting would be done. He would hold the introduction until he assessed the man's threat level. In the back of his mind, Sota had been debating this topic. Perhaps it would not be bad to talk to the man. A loner needed friends if he were to survive. First impressions started to imply that he would be a valuable friend to Sota indeed but the man did not rely too much on these impressions.

Áki didn't have any particular goal in mind.. and that was how he preferred things. Free of obligation, and free to do as he pleased. His smile was pleasant as the man reeled around to face him, and his tail would give a simple wag of pleasure as he began to speak in his first tongue. How exciting! His grin grew a bit wider, revealing more of the tusks that erupted from his jaws and he'd nod eagerly. "Nautitaan päivä?" the massive brute would inquiry conversationally, head tilting to the side as he stepped a bit closer. His head would drop closer to the earth, nostrils flaring as he tasted his scent. "Nimeni on Aki," he'd introduce himself gladly. The strange seemed quite wary of him, which was something he didn't always feel like dealing with.. but it had been so long since he'd spoke to someone who shared his tongue that he wasn't so ready to leave.