transitive property

The long, easy stride of a wolf used to long travel carried the gray-coated through the rough terrain with ease. Out of his element in the mountains, far more suited to the tundra steppes and pine forests of his childhood, he was nonetheless very comfortable in his own skin and felt no discomfort being away from what he knew most. He was saddened, of course, to have left his home, but the freedom of travel was a joy all of its own.

Mikkal was ready, though, to find the reindeer once more. He missed their scent, missed the clink of tendons on cannon bones as the herd migrated, missed being lulled to sleep at night by the faint sounds of hooves on ground, the soft snorts and huffs of the reindeer as they too, slept. He wondered how the family's herd would fare this winter; he wondered how his own family would fare. But with one less mouth to feed, it should be easier on both his family and the herd.

His ears pricked up at the soft sound of paws on the ground, eyes peering forward down the path towards the wolf approaching him before they suddenly widened. "Vau! Oletko ... Oletko Aki?" He bounded a few steps closer, his eyes trained on the wolf's... unusual dental anomalies. He'd never met his cousin Aki, but how many wolves had tusks? And looked nearly identical to Sunniva and Sabine, who Mikkal had met, quite often since they were his cousins, so it would be more of a stretch to believe that this wolf wasn't their tusked brother, his older cousin Aki Jarvela. "Olen Mikkal! Mikkal Jervala!"