it's an unpredictable early morning...

A slight raise of his brow, a pinch of lips. His ears flicker to rid the rain from them. He assesses the dog with a critically thoughtful gaze. The canine is tiny, an old injury clear in one leg from how he stands. How had the dog survived all alone? Akito wouldn't call himself prejudice, but he was being raised by a prejudice wolf so... He wouldn't exactly claim himself to be completely friendly to such canines. Especially after the vicious attack on his pack. How was he to trust a dog? Except, by the tell of feeble words falling from trembling lips, Akito had a feeling this one wasn't anything close to dangerous.

"Where is home?" Akito questions. Perhaps he could assist the dog home. He wasn't one to leave someone out to die or fend for themselves. A protector of sorts, even if he was slightly prejudice. "If you need help, I have no plans for my day," Akito adds on, but his expression doesn't change. Not even a hint of smile, but that's normal for the stoic and pensive teenager. Emoting wasn't exactly his thing, but he was far from cruel. And if the dog just so happened to belong to the Hallows or Heidinn, it would be nothing but a good excuse...