transitive property

Áki longed for his reindeer. He had herded them for the first three years of his life, studying their movements and their behaviors. Though he never directly interacted with them - the herds were often far too large, and too dangerous to approach directly - he knew them well enough. The smaller herds were the easiest to understand, and he found he understood them best during the harder months, during the months they fed the best - like the winter, when they broke into smaller groups to forage under the trees. During the spring, clusters of dozens of reindeer would grow to hundreds, and even thousands, as they migrated to give birth in safe numbers and to forage freely.

He missed them. Surely in the north he could find a herd to follow, once the winter hit. Áki lifted his tusked head to the sky, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents that the wind brought him. Winter was coming, that much was obvious. Some wolves dreaded the winter.. it was the time when food was more scarce, when living was hard and dangerous, but Áki longed for the snow to fall once again. In the winter, his manner of living was easier. The reindeer would be hungry and weak, and he could find one whose life was coming to an end. Not only would he end their suffering, but he would give himself life in turn, and so the cycle would continue on. Though he knew he couldn't take down a reindeer himself, unless he found a calf, which was unthinkable to him - it could not be acceptable, not unless the calf was frail or unable to continue on with the herd once spring came.  Perhaps Sabine and Sunniva would be willing to join him on a hunt soon..

He cast his gaze at the range of mountains ahead of him, taking in a sharp breath of the frigid autumn air. The pass between two of the mountains he was facing was clear, though didn't look particularly welcoming. Still, it led further north. His head tilted further to the sky as he gazed at the sun, confirming his northerly-facing position. With that, he would begin his journey toward the mountain, with no clue he might find today, if anyone - but a quiet day of reflection didn't sound bad either, and the morning was indeed serene. Today, he decided, would be a good day.