Áki was unused to having to justify his actions to anyone, especially someone he didn't know. He had agreed, somewhat begrudgingly, to talk to the leader of Renhett's pack. Why he needed to see him, he didn't know - though, truth be told, he didn't know or care to know much of how packs worked. What did this strange man have anything to do with the deal that he and Renhett had made? Feeling a bit stunned, and wondering if his siblings would ever agree to anything like this, he waited warily for the call.
He didn't want to do it, but upon hearing Renhett was indeed pregnant he knew that he needed to. He wasn't getting any younger, and the possibility of raising children of his own might not exist for much longer. Who knew if this was an opportunity he would see again? Nearly grumbling to himself, a rarity for the normally jovial man, he strode toward the direction of the packlands from whence Bass called. His posture was stiff as the smaller man came into view. The stench of a well-sized pack littered this place, and he wrinkled his nose in slight distaste.
"Hello," he'd call out, cautious with his words - for his dealing with this man could paint how easily Renhett might give these children to him, as she had promised. He had no idea how packs dealt with such things. He would kill for these children, if he had to, to free them - though he had no idea if such a thing was even a possibility. He dipped his tusked head as he drew closer, remaining a reasonable distance away. "You must be the leader that Renhett spoke of?" His words were low, heavy with the Finnish accent that never seemed to fade, and laced with uncertainty, though void of anything mildly resembling fear.
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