If he had to guess, he would've assumed Valentine would be a King forever - he struck him as somewhat unwavering in that sense. Truth be told, though, Aki knew little about politics and less about what it felt like to be a leader. Perhaps his wolves had rebelled against him, or he'd been overthrown and the pack had been relocated - perhaps he'd simply succumbed to the pressure of leadership. Who knew, really? It wasn't a question he was planning on asking him outright, either.
His own smile brightened, a bit goofy in its enthusiasm, his tail batting rapidly behind him. "As well as always," he offered, not a brag so much as a simple fact. He was not one to have bad days, and he let go of things that bothered him with ease. "But what of you?" His question was earnest, and he gazed at him with an obvious level of fondness as he drew closer, finally reclining to his haunches a reasonable distance from the other male. "I hope life has treated you kindly, my friend."
