Shut Up and Dance with Me

Áki felt his tail batting lightly behind him, his posture growing more relaxed by the minute. His skull would tilt downward, his crimson gaze curious as he assessed her, wondering what sort of woman she was. She had the build of a fighter, albeit one build for dexterity rather than brute strength, quite different than his own bulky, oversized frame. The woman admitted she had difficulty staying interested for things in much longer than a day and he found himself chuckling. "You feel like a kindred spirit," he admitted in his thick tongue, his eyes flashing with subtle excitement. His own interests tended to be quite fleeting, especially in regards to where he lived. His tribe had never stayed in one land for more than a season, and even then they rarely made permanent dens and never grew attached to one particular area.

Her question, however, left him temporarily stunned. Where was he from? Everywhere, he wanted to answer, though it was no more than truth than telling her he was from nowhere. "I am from the north," he admitted after a moment. "Not necessarily north of here, just... north in general." The harsh lands of mountains made of ice and snow had always been his abode, though there'd never been one particular area he'd called home. "This place is far too hot for my comfort," he admitted, shaking his tusked head from side to side as he pondered -- why had he come here anyway? To see something new, of course. He'd kept close to the shoreline, finding comfort in the frigid water of the ocean and the salty air of the sea. "And I miss the reindeer," he huffed after another moment of thoughtful consideration, eying her. "But what of you, Brynhildr? Tell me where you come from."