Om Nom Roadkill

Áki wasn't exactly the tree-climbing type. He'd considered it before, but he was as tied to the ground as any wolf could be. He was not a swimmer, he was not a climber; he simply was not built for it. The large-built man traveled lazily through the pines, making no real effort to hide the sound of his pawsteps crunching through the underbrush. Quietly he hummed an aimless tune under his breath as he walked.

His attention only wavered when he heard the sound of creaking branches from up above. Perhaps it was a bird, or some other small rodent? It sounded louder though, and his brows pulled together as he walked and tilted his tusked head upwards to the sky. His red gaze searched the treetops, nose crinkling as the sound grew louder with each step. It didn't sound like a bird, but something much larger. He braced himself, fearing it might be a more vicious animal - but after a long moment he spotted something alarmingly wolf-like in the foliage. Uhhh. "Hello?" he'd call out, in his heavy accent, making no bother to hide it. "Climbing trees seems quite unsafe to me," he'd call out in greeting, his voice tinged with both amusement and uncertainty alike.