Return to the Homeland

It was strange to feel both busy and aimless at the same time. On the one hand, he'd been doing plenty of exploring and gathering of herbs while the weather was good, but on the other it all felt a little... boorish? Aggie was MIA - that didn't surprise him at all, but he did miss his troublesome sibling - so now he felt like he lacked even the acceptable faint ties of family to give him some purpose. In all honesty, it was a bit lonely not knowing where his sibling was, and he hadn't made any good friends yet so venting was out of the question. Now he just sat there, flopped heavily onto one side in a patch of half-frozen grass and snow, feeling too low to even move to a more comfortable position when one of his limbs started tingling.

The lavender and rose grey man might have just stayed there for a large part of the day if the sound of someone approaching didn't pull him from his funk. Lifting his head, Jouko searched for the one who's paws crunched through spotty patched of resilient snow and ice. A man of earthy brown tones came wandering his way. The fellow was handsome, though he struck Jouko as odd and it took him a good minute of observation to realize it was his eyes. They didn't move like seeing eyes did.

Hauling his heavy frame to an upright, sitting position Jouko called, "Hello there! Out for a stroll, or going somewhere with a purpose?" A smile pulled at his dark lips, likely heard in his warm tones as he spoke. It was funny how your expression changed how your words sounded, though maybe not everybody noticed that.