A truth that few encountered - for Áki had too strong a love for life, and too independent a spirit to meddle in the affairs of others - was Áki’s fierceness. Truthfully he could have a bit of a temper when reckoned with; it simply didn’t come out often. And though it’d been a long while since he sparred, and he was growing older, a friendly fight did sounded quite appealing..
He returned the expression with an easy smile of his own. Much of the things that concerned Amon were of little importance to him -- Kai was enough to pass on his bloodline and keep the Jarvela family going, and he was happy with that. Their difference in ideals hardly mattered to him, not that he was aware of them in the slightest; he met few wolves similar to himself in enough ways to matter and he was intrigued by the different creatures he met, even if their lives were far from ideal to him. Pack wolves, for instance, had always been fascinating to him though he wanted nothing to do with packs himself.
He chuckled at Amon’s words, nodding in agreement. Kai was an easy boy to raise, though the fact that he was raising a child at all was a drastic difference from the life he’d lived before, where he’d been responsible for no one but himself. He was still growing used to wondering how Kai was faring without him, and feeling obligated to check up on him. He wondered then how many children that Amon might have. He’d said remarkably little about himself thus far, and Aki was curious. ”How many children do you have, Amon, if you don’t mind me asking?”
