Áki briefly wondered if finding somewhere to swim might help lower his body temperature. Truthfully, he wasn't much of a swimmer, though; he'd always enjoyed being near water but not necessarily in it. It only proved just how uncomfortable the day was if he was considering such things. Only briefly would he dwell on the possibility, though he was distracted enough by the prospect of company that the thought slipped away from him as quickly as it had arrived.
He stretched his forepaws as Amon approached, watching as he examined the tractor only to decide against climbing on it. He beamed at him, recognizing his faint wariness, which was no surprise. Áki knew that his slightly exuberant nature could be odd to encounter for the first time, his jovial demeanor easily misconstrued as disingenuous. He hoped the man might relax a bit in due time, though knew it was possible he might not, too.
"It's all my pleasure, Amon Abraxas," he replied, tasting the name on his tongue -- it was a strong name, and coupled with his affinity for names that started with the letter A, he found himself enjoying the sound quite a bit. "Are you from these lands? You strike me as someone from.. elsewhere." Why, he wasn't sure. His way of speaking was unique. "Forgive me if I am mistaken." He could be wrong, perhaps, as he'd met all kinds of wolves since coming to these lands, but he had a hunch that he was not.
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