the difference between us

His posture slackened, feeling relaxation slowly make its way into his bones. The stranger echoed a sentiment that he himself had found quite true already. Whether it be wolves with naturally fluorescent neon coats, to suicidal young men and everything in between... it seemed this continent boasted quite the interesting array of creatures. "Isn't it wonderful?" he'd ask, no more than a rhetorical question, a soft quip as he felt his smile widening slightly. The pool of wolves that he had yet to meet was far more expansive than he could imagine, though he knew he would try 'til the end of his existence.

"I've been keeping to the eastern lands, myself." The man would explain softly. Though the mountains were his birthplace, and he was accustomed to the bitter cold of winter, the warmth of spring was a refreshing change of pace, and he had never found himself bound to any one place in particular.

The stranger finally made a point to introduce himself. Nagendra Bahri. "Nagendra," he tasted the man's slightly exotic name, enjoying the way it fell off his tongue. "I have no home," he spoke honestly. "I hold no ties to any land or pack. I am a nomad, I suppose," he offered liberally. There was no shame in the way he lived, though he knew some considered it atypical and even strange, for wolves were by nature pack creatures. "What about you, hmm?" There was a genuine curiosity that sparkled in his crimson gaze as he cast it toward Nagendra once again.