The End of the World

The wolves here seemed so much smaller than his own kin. He thought fondly of how he and Sabine had teased Sunniva for her height one too many times, though even she was far larger than most of the wolves he'd met here. Miten huvittunut ne olisivat nämä pienet sudet, he thought fondly to himself, a flicker of amusement dancing in his ruby red stare despite the somewhat stony expression that lingered on his hard features. Though he understood he could be intimidating in size and that he had unusual features, it was growing honestly quite irritating to be gawked at -- though at least this female tried to maintain her composure, despite stumbling over her words. Even in the darkness he could tell that he had caught her off guard, though instead of helping her he would stand and watch with a curious expression, waiting for her to regain herself. It was all he could do to not snort at her.

"It's fine," he dismissed it after a moment of consideration.  "I suppose you can determine that later. You seem pleasant," he noted conversationally. He hadn't met many wolves that he regretted meeting - and why would he? Most were decent at heart, and he was a social man, driven by companionship and adventure alike.  "And I honestly hope you think the same of me."

The smile he wore was genuine, and in a show of respect he would dip his head to the earth, his tusks dipping close to the ground along with him.  "My name is Áki, by the way," he introduced himself happily. There was no reason to deny her an introduction, even if she'd seemed initially a bit standoffish. He could be just the same, depending on his mood, but he felt fantastic tonight. The cool air and the soft glow of the moon was intoxicating, and he felt freedom pouring through his veins.  "May I ask yours?" Again his tail would wag a few times behind him as he took a tentative few steps closer.