Áki had grown used to the attention he received upon his first arrival in these lands. While he knew for a fact that he wasn't unattractive -- the Jarvela line had always produced strong, striking wolves -- he hadn't been able to anticipate that he would be seen as so unique in this world. His tusks were not such a rarity in the world he was from, though they were still far from common even there. While he used to pretend he was exasperated at the attention they brought him, the truth was that he enjoyed it and he had long since stopped pretending otherwise.
His thoughts were aimless as he rested, his eyes briefly flitting closed. He wondered where Kai had wandered to today, and wondered if they should hunt something soon. The high humidity might make hunting a bit more tricky, with prey seeking shelter from the sun, but not impossible. The scent of another reached his nose only moments after he heard the unmistakable pawsteps announcing his approach. Having been nearly asleep, he was slow to react, tusked head lifting slightly as he peeked out from heavy eyelids to find the source of the sound. It took a moment for him to see the man fully, though when he did he sat up a bit more attentively.
He was unused to seeing wolves as large as himself, and if he wasn't mistaken this one looked even bigger. His gaze betrayed a fair bit of admiration for his build as both eyes opened wider, roving over his dark coat. "And you look.. warm," he hesitated with his choice of words, the strong northern accent heavy on his tongue, as a grin toyed with the right corner of his mouth. "I've slept in worse places, but beggars can't be choosers." The cool metal felt pleasant against his pelt, and the large wooden structure that hung overhead was a welcome shelter from the sun. "Join me, if you'd like. There's more than enough room for the both of us." Perhaps not on the tractor itself, especially for two wolves of their size, but Áki found no reason to hoard this barn all for himself.
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