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He had met quite a few wolves here that he cared for. They were, probably, the main reason he did not seek to return home. Many were wildly unlike him, their cultures so different than the one he had grown up in. His crimson gaze was locked on the horizon, or what he could see of it between the middle of the two mountains before him.

His attention was captured for a long moment. His nose caught the distant arrival of another, but his mind was busy. Though alert, he didn't tend to the stranger immediately, but instead continued staring toward the pass, serene and thoughtful as he considered what today had in store for him.

He did not expect the voice that greeted him. He hadn't heard his native tongue in quite some time, and immediately his brows would furrow as he spun around to face a man that was... well, very clearly family. Or, a wild coincidence. He bore the look of a Jarvela, plain and simple, and he knew his name, which made him certain.

"Se on,", he answered the boy with a curious grin. "Ja... olet Mikka.", he would repeat his name after he introduced himself gleefully. It was not at all a stretch that he might have cousins he may not have met before, but it was even more intriguing that he'd come to Alacritia. "Tiedän, olenhelppo tunnistaa," he'd joke with a hearty laugh, eyeing the young male with a certain adoration received by few other than family. He moved forward to embrace Mikkal then, briefly but firmly, before pulling away once again..  "Mikä tuo sinut niin kauas etelään? Onko meidän perhe kaipaa minua niin paljon?" He laughed freely again, all in jest; he knew they would never send anyone to find him. If they left, it was always of their own accord, as it had always been and always would be.