it's an unpredictable early morning...

The apology is ignored this time. He can only assume it's second nature at this point for the dog. Continuing to look out at the field dispersed with granite and stone, he listens as the other speaks. A sandbar north of here? His brows knit back together as he thinks. The only logical area would be the Bifrost which separates the two continents. Taking a week to travel from there to here sounded right if the dog really did have a limp.

Akito lets out a thoughtful noise as he shifts his weight. He doesn't really care to delve into other's personal lives, but the guy sounded lonely and uncertain. Perhaps if he knew just a little more, he could point him in the right direction. "Sounds like you washed up on the Bifrost. It is a strip of sand that bridges Auster to the other continent, Boreas. From there, you would have traveled either around, if you had noticed the scent, or trespassed through a pack lands by the name of The Hallows," he pauses, gaze shifting back to the canine, meeting that heterochromatic gaze.

"Where is it you come from if not from here?" He finally asks, his expression smoothing so that his brow can raise once more.